Lazarus read me well

 

to make me understand
that I am in the extreme
to love a 53 year old (by the way which broke my heart)
a 37 year old baby

that in between 30 years ago and it's like another baby

what does it matter

my baby is not my baby
I call him my baby when he can be with me together

and my baby him
is the world number one
him

yes he has a waist of wasp and like a V of muscle it's too muscular
but he is beautiful he is an athlete

and don't think he's not my husband
it's his way of loving me

he is here I poleure he is here
storm it's here
when we can we are together

the walls are there but nothing will happen to me
nothing because I know him that by his love he protects me from where he is

and being number one in the world is the fruit of his work
sexy magic an atomic bomb
beautiful as a god
I am not blind

I am older thank you
what can it do

I like her shyness her world
when he is animal when he is the creator of everything

you will never get to her ankle never

he's a real man
and the greatest sassy elegant beauty in the world and I love him as much as he loves me in a different way
we are not the others we are not you especially

we are us and you will never be him in my eyes or in my heart it's over don't ever

 come back in my life 

even though I wished you would come back
I don't want it at all anymore
you made me sick

it's not me his world number 1 it's him alone
he is a performer that you will never be !!!
basta we have nothing more to say to each other