What's wrong with me?
Yesterday, I was so happy.
Today, I want to die again.
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 7:50 PM UTC
The first time I saw you,
you were drinking a coffee
and smoking,
maybe that was a signal
that we would never work...
I hate cigarettes.
You had that smile
for which I would have given my life,
those kaleidoscope eyes
that used to carry me to another galaxy...
our galaxy.
I never thought
that I would write of you
because I always write about
things that hurt me...
and I'd never thought that
your love would end in a heartbreak.
I didn't want you to be a scar in my soul
I wanted you to be some kind of magic cream
that would take away oll of the pain.
I thought that our love would be eternal,
that we would be a "happily forever after"
but, darling, I was so ******* wrong,
we were just two stupid kids
who didn't know anything about love.
I always thought that cry for a boy
was such a stupid thing,
but I cried for over three months
and I still cry sometimes.
Because You left me alone
in the middle of the dark,
you took all my light away.
I know that it can sound stupid,
but I feel broken
like if You had punched me
really hard in the chest,
I cannot breath deeply
because it hurts...
it really hurts.
You are probably having fun
with a blonde girl you met a bar,
or travelling around the country
as you always wanted...
and here I am,
writing about you,
a boy who didn´t love me back anymore,
who left me away and moved on.
But I don't hate you
as I used to do,
I really hope that you find someone
who can love you with the passion I did,
that cares you and protects you from the world.
People say that
if you fall for a person who writes,
you will always live in their writings
and I like to think
that a part of you, of our love,
will always be alive in my soul
so I can write about them.
Only God knows
how much I loved you
and how much I still do,
but I have to move on
and this is my goodbye.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 9:41 AM UTC
The worst thing
about trying
to be normal
is that
it doesn't matter
how many times
you tried.
Everyone knows
you are a ******* freak.
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC
My skin is the sky
and I’m just drawing constellations
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 5:17 PM UTC
I'm sitting in my bed
looking at the rain.
I remembered
our first kiss.
It was 2 years ago,
and it was raining...
like today.
I remembered they way
you held my face, and
how you caressed my neck.
I was happy and
I think you were too.
Almost inmediately,
I realized I was in love with you,
probably I already knew that.
*A kiss under the rain,
such a cliché.*
You've always hated clichés,
I don't know what I was thinking
when I supposed
that I was able
to make you enjoy clichés...
like watching romantic movies,
texting until 2 am,
missing each other,
talking about everything...
but I was wrong,
people don't change.
The sky is almost dark,
the sun is hidden,
you are gone
and I'm crying,
because I've no one to kiss
under this heavy rain.
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC
so I brought my writer wife
(prominently pregnant)
to the hospital
and on her bed, she screamed:
*"weren't" "hasn't" "couldn't" "shan't"
"aint" "hadn't" "you're" "isn't"
"aren't" "didn't" "wasn't"
"who's?" "what's?" "he's" "she's"*
The doctors were confounded
and they turned to me and they said:
"What the hell is she doing?"
And I replied with double speed
and a violent sense of urgency:
*"Don't you know?
She's having contractions -
she's a writer"*
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 4:09 PM UTC
and somewhere
in-between
forgiveness and
forgetting,
you took a part of
me by surprise.
And I could have never
imagined that I would be
falling in love with you tonight.
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
Some people smokes,
others drink, and others fall in love,
each one dies from a different way.
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 8:44 PM UTC
When It rains,
look for rainbows.
When It's dark,
look for stars.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 10:19 PM UTC
I'm not
the most romantic person
in the world.
I don't want the sky
or shooting stars.
I don't want
gems or gold.
Someday
I'll get all of that.
I want a steady hand,
a noble soul.
I want to sleep and wake up
knowing that my heart is safe.
I want to love and be loved.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC