The out-kicked

I do not love you – you
have given me nothing
we have wasted our times

you look like misfortune – yet
men desire you – they desire
your warmth I could not take

I do hate you and all your ones
your broken voice – your teeth
get out of me at last – you

we sat by the fountain where
I cycled you out – now you drive
to Bratislava – but I just sleep