What was intended as a delicate touch,
A mere tracing of her name on my skin, turned to scars
Her finger tips pressed too hard
Tearing my outer layer, her palm
Grasped my heart reaching into my inner layer
But when we our hands touched they lined up perfectly,
Love is full of delusion, and not once
did I realize that my fingers out reached hers.
Her words deluded me, she had me at
a point where if she had told me to jump off a cliff,
that she was waiting at the bottom. I would have
before the next beat of her heart.
When she left it felt like I had jumped,
my heart ached as if it had been crushed
by the ground and my weight.
Cause the feeling of weightlessness had vanished,
and was replaced by a heaviness that dragged
Me into an abysmal confusion.
I was bruised, but when I let the daylight in they
faded.
and I learned that ‘is’ turned to ‘was’
‘we are’ turned to ‘we were’
and ‘I love you’ became ‘I use to love you’
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 7:17 PM UTC
Y porque estoy en un abismo
Me permito a mí misma,
Creer me especial,
El sentir se perdido no es para alabar,
El estar confundió me hace llorar
No saber definir me, causa la confusión,
Mas no puedo detener me
Por una respuesta
Igualmente como no pararía para
Ver a una hormiga
La vida sigue, y
la hormiga no volteara a ver dónde voy
May 4, 2012
May 4, 2012 at 10:56 AM UTC
A plethora of philosophies
Served by inanimate objects
Of monetary value
Suffice for some,
Filling the crevices of emptiness
Till they no longer feel numb
Because a logo
Can bring so much meaning
To one’s life,
Because a slogan may sum
Up one’s life
Because it’s not just about branding items,
but also individuals
May 3, 2012
May 3, 2012 at 9:39 PM UTC
Oh the nonsense, oh the foolishness,
Of being alone.
Loneliness is a choice right?
So why do I choose,
To roam alone?
Allow me to explicate…..
There is no need to create
Another being
Only for the feeling
Of a friend
But I’ve learn that as long as I have my daily bread
I’ll learn to survive
And hopefully thrive
For I won’t have the distraction
Of watching my actions
In order to not undo any relation.
I rather pursue a written creation
Than another friendship just for the sensation
May 3, 2012
May 3, 2012 at 9:00 PM UTC
Don’t count on a mix tape
For knowledge of my sentiments
Eventually time will unpeel
How I feel
But darling if ever I love you,
I promise I will say it
Not an artist, not a song, not a lyric
But rather me..
May 3, 2012
May 3, 2012 at 8:41 PM UTC