And words
are like birds
that keep flying in my thoughts
and far away.

I can be your everything,
I can be your whole
just don't treat me
like a *****.

He loves me
even if he called me a *****.

He loves me
even if he said to leave my boyfriend so I could be with him.

He loves me
after all, he said ''I love you'' many times, a person that loves another says this, right?.

He loves me
after all, I told him about my life, about my family, about my insecurities, and he understood like no one had done before.

I leaved my boyfriend just to be with him, for an ''I love you'', because I felt appreciated, I didn't realize that I could be bought off so quickly by compliments.

I told him that I was really a *****, a ***** to be with him and to dump my boyfriend, and that I would do anything for him.

He laughed and simply told me that he was keeping an eye on me if I betrayed him as well.

But I feel that he loves me.

I feel the love he gives me even when he says that he feels pity for a person like me.

A person like me who sticks to anyone, like a tick, because she is alone and not understood and keeps seeking shelter in another body, I actually understand the parasites -- their need to feel attached to a body.

But I love him.

And he loves me.

It speaks to me
hold your breath
feel my skin
underneath.
It speaks to me
hold your neck
feel my sweat
underneath.

I don't know where I started
nor what I wanted
I just remember
it was all over.

My dear,
can you see the
                                     big sky surrounding us
               and the birds                                  that fly around the world
                                            and the rain
                                    that tickles the ground
                              and makes it giggle like a child
                                  
                                         and the flowers,
                           adorned by the early spring grass.

Why is no one speaking?
Why is no one here?
Why is no one having care!

Undecided presidents
busy deals
But no poor person will have some meals.

I had visions of you and I cried
visions where you died.
I couldn't explain
But this feeling wouldn't go away.

When I observe the world,
I see the vast oceans that surrounds it
I see the pelicans landing on the ground
I see the early spring tulips
I see the butterflies pollinating thousands of flowers.
But the one thing that really caught my eyes
was you.