My brain is an asshole

Hi,

Waking up from a dream so vivid you're lost between worlds for a few minutes. Why now dream about you?

You smiled at me and you told me things I didn't really wanted to hear; how he cried out when he came and how he held you when you were sleeping...

I'm sure you're not the woman I remember. I have pages written about how much I've hated you during those days. But all that has been forgotten, replaced by an image that cannot be fullfilled by any woman alive.

Stupid dream. I hadn't even thought about you in weeks and you have the nerve to drop in unannounced?

Next time bring wine.

With love,
Daan.

Poezen

Pakt u op en lijmt uzelf.
Ge zijt al lang genoeg gebroken.

"Ik mis je" schrijft ze.
En ge leest dat. En ge glimlacht.
Terwijl ze haar kut voor een ander wast.

Poezen die voor uw voeten liggen, schopt ge weg.
Want ge hebt enkel oog voor katten die bijten.
Maar eenmaal getemd stopt zo'n kat ook met krabben,
en kunt ge weer opnieuw beginnen.

Dus pakt u op, vriend.
En lijmt uzelf.
Eén van die poezen wacht op jou.