It feels like I should want you,
My heart misses yours,
He will follow me forever,
Dreaming in broad daylight
Here but not truly here.

“How do you not want that anymore?”
My heart tells me time after time
Just to remind me of this empty spot besides me
Emptiness that I fill with stars, with clouds
And a little bit of regret.

“Things are just not meant to be”
I tell my heart as I wake up.
I tell my heart as I brush my teeth.
I tell my heart as I put on clothes.

I tell my heart
“You belong to me, be it in love or not”

Hoy, amanecí de nuevo.  
Sin querer, como si alguien más me hubiera
Jalado por el pecho
Poniéndome de pie
Y Como un soldado no ascotumbrado
Caigo de nuevo,
Levantándome de mi descanso,
Dejándome queriendo más,
Pidiendo como un pordiosero
Volver a soñar.

Se me olvido como soñar,
Me acuesto y me despierto,
Como un niño que no tiene más nada
Por que vivir.

Se me olvido como vivir,
Vivir mi vida sin tanta carga en mis hombros,
Carga que no existe, pero a la vez me deja cansado, preparándome para otra noche
De no soñar.

Quiero soñar, quiero vivir, quiero.
Yo también quiero.

Pero que quiero?

I was thinking,
And while I was thinking,
My name wasn’t called,
I wasn’t needed like I was needed before
And how quiet it was drove me down
A dark road.

there is always
a lovely song
I carry
in my heart

there is always
a repeated dream
I carry
in my sleep

there is always
a speed breaker
I carry
in my habit

there is always
an unknown expense
I carry
in my wallet

there is always
a true love
I carry
in my poem

there is always
a hateful hate
I carry
in my decision

there is always
a vigorous ***
I carry
in my thoughts

there is always
an unbearable pain
I carry
in my eyes

there is always
a simple risk
I carry
in my Insurance  

there is always
a sudden closure
I carry
in my opening..

A red bicycle just sits on a wall
waiting, waiting patiently, to be rode

To be out on the road once more;
more or less a reason not to be left out in the cold

Red in a fiery paint; red fury blaze in a colour as bold
waiting, waiting patiently; not on display, being
watched and ignored

It had hopes of being picked out of that store;
to be out in the world with so much in store,
—to be so much more

Waiting, waiting patiently; once as excited as the little girl
that opened him out of that Christmas box;
To be found in awe of a child and their parent's applauds

But alas, as it's winter's pricking thorn,
this red little bike has to wait all winter, pierced by the thought
of knowing he has been left out in the cold

Home,
My soul
outside
my body
People step
back when
you talk
Flowers bloom
when you smile
The sun comes
up when you
open your eyes
As you walk,
someone walks
away without
You leaving
their gaze.

And as
summer
rains start
to fall
The clouds
howl in despair,
The stars tremble
in fear and
The moon whispers
into my ear
pass laments

“I can’t cry anymore”
I tell the moon,
“I just want to die”

Hello

Have you ever
Fallen out of
Love?

Have you, too,
Had to
Remind yourself
That you're
Alive?

Teach yourself to
See you
Again?

Train yourself to
See you first?

Please
Send help