Vincent Blénet – Ecrivain

Her skin on mine

- Sophie, you’re my beautifull lady. You are my dark angel and to think I can hold you in my arms escape me from my hell. In spite of the distance, I need your presence. The lack to caress your hairs with my fingers bleed my chest, I want to impress you, in spite of that I’m feeling your absence. I love your sweetness through your face. I want touch your skin so sweet on mine.

I want kiss your neck, because I love you Sophie Ellis Bextor!

- This emotion is a hidden confession. Because you have a boyfriend in your life you can blame me. For that I’ve on me the fucking shame. My love for you tortured me, if only you will be involved I will not probably scarified by my emotions. I’m so ugly in that society. I’m a monster because I’ve suffer too much longer. Can you see me differently? If you have for me some love, some affection, you can cure some impulsions. Like the absolution.

- You sing the positive way, I write the negative way. Our different vision is motherfucking scarifications because I don’t want frighten you. I want touch your sweetness face by a caress and feel your affection by a kiss on my neck, as a benediction, a salvation… A consolation.

All day of my life, girls hated me. What a fucking knife on me, motherfucking fate, motherfucking shame. Probably this confession to you is confusion for you. No solution for me to smell your parfum, the resolutions impose, be consume. I want feel your hand on my face and your skin on mine. Touch me please, love me please, read me please, think to me please… Fucking Christ I LOVE YOU.

- Yet I’m lucid, you don’t love me, acid in my veins. Yet I’m lucid, Brad and Leo doesn’t care about me, acid in my fucking veins. Yet I’m lucid my writing is a fucking shit, acid in my motherfucking veins. Yet I’m lucid I missed my life, my family erase me as a knife. I’m not intelligent, mature, and productive, I’m nothing. I’m a fucking bumb, even my dad have motherfucking shame that I’m his son and that he’s my dad. I’m a fucking problem of the system. They want efface me, acid in my motherfucking veins. What is the option, only one resolution… FUCKING SUICIDE, cause I’m insane of this women, for this confess, I’m feeling shame and that’s my blame. I don’t have her bless. Fucking suicide to efface this fucking acid taste. Fucking died motherfucking suicide.

Vincent Blénet