Koliko već u petak / Come Friday

! This post was written long ago. What you're reading is not necessarily how I feel about things in 2016. This blog was started by an 18-year-old in 2001. Please, keep that in mind before you freak out.

The title gives it away pretty much, but at any other point in time (e.g. next week and beyond), it might result in shocking the readers. Isn't art fun?

Koliko već u petak

Koliko već u petak, potapkaću zemlju na tvom grobu
i razbiću flašu šampanjca o tvoj nagrobni spomenik.
Paziću da nosim ćizme, kako ne bih zgazila u staklo,
Oboriću cveće i sveće, neka mi se omaklo!
Nikad se neću vratiti da ti počupam korov.
Nikad! No, uistinu, to neću ni moći...kakva šteta...NE!

Crkni, crkni, sve što želim je da crkneš.
Saznanje da su ti dani odbrojani izmamilo mi je osmeh.
Šta sam dobila od tebe? Ništa!
Šta si uzela od mene? Sve!

Koliko već u petak, sedeću pored potpune strankinje...
da li je i ona kuja kao i ti? Ne bih znala!
Nisam joj još videla lice, ali ne zaudara poput tebe,
pružiću joj ruku, kako sam je pružila i tebi,
u nadi da neće zariti nokte pravo u moj dlan.
Ćuješ li me? Isekla sam tvoju čitulju iz novina!!

Crkla si, crkla! Sad si onakva kakvu te volim - mrtva!
Saznanje da se nikad nećeš vratiti izmamilo mi je osmeh.
Šta si mi ostavila? Nije ni opipljivo.
Šta si mi poklonila? Nije ni zamislivo.

Come Friday

Come Friday, I'll be tapping the ground at your grave
And cracking a champagne bottle against your tombstone
Making sure I'm wearing boots, so I don't step in the glass,
I'll knock down the flowers and candles
I'll never come back to take out the weeds.
Never! And I won't be able to, anyway. What a pity...not!

Die, die, all I want from you to do is to die.
Knowing your days are numbered makes me smile.
What did I get from you? Nothing!
What did you take from me? Everything!

Come Friday, I'll be sitting next to a complete stranger...
Is she a bitch like you are? I wouldn't know.
I don't see her face yet, but she doesn't reek of you,
I'll give her a hand, the way I gave it to you
Hoping she won't stick her nails into my palm.
Hear me, I cut out the annoucement of your death!!!!

Dead, dead, all you are now is what I wanted - dead.
Knowing you're never going to be here again makes me smile.
What did you leave to me? It's not even tangible.
What did you gift to me? It's not even imaginable.

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