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You took everything from me
and gave it to her
you took our conversations
and had the same ones with her
you took our inside jokes
and made her think she came up with them
but worst of all
you gave her my nickname
the one you used to call me all the time
the one that used to remind me of you when someone called me it
but now it just reminds me of your relationship with her
you gave her my nickname
and it felt like a string had snapped
the last piece of what held us together
its all gone
you gave it all to her
 Aug 4 NoHayPila
Foogle
your eyelids,
shielding your eyes
on a rainy day.

the lint
in your pants.

the guitar pick
you strum with.

the makeup
on your face.

the maths book
you draw all over.

the stickers
on your locker.
Y lo sé,
mi amor,
que aún
no te vas.
Pero si llega
mi vieja
mala suerte,
si el destino
me mira
de reojo,
por favor,
no me digas
adiós.

Si no, lléname
la nevera
de besos
y abrazos
que no se
enfrían,
por si me muero
de hambre
y no de pena,
por si me faltan
tus labios
en las madrugadas.

Esconde piezas
de ti debajo
de las almohadas,
entre sábanas
y bolsillos,
para hallarte
en los días
donde el sol
olvide mi nombre.

Lo sé,
mi amor,
no es tiempo
de marcharse.
Pero si el reloj
tropieza
con mi sombra,
si el adiós
se asoma
sin permiso,
por favor,
no me lo digas.
Solo quédate
un poco
en cada rincón
donde te soñé.
you are the half of my soul,
i never knew i needed
te amo
 Aug 4 NoHayPila
Yorlan
De tan lejano alcance,
tan agridulces recuerdos.

Recuerdos que me disparan
como ebrios mercenarios,
provocando vértigo a mi corazón.

Me esclavizan y me torturan,
como un látigo en mi espalda.

Borré las huellas de mi pasado,
para no caminar otra vez
con los pies descalzos,
por los mismos senderos espinosos
que dejaron dolientes cicatrices.

Lancé una moneda al aire
y jugué a la ruleta rusa
con tus recuerdos,
como si encontrara alivio en ello.

Suspiré tantas veces que sentí fatiga.
Fatiga dentro de mi pecho insípido.

Me sentí como un siervo herido
huyendo del cazador mortal.

Te niego frente a otras personas
para sentirme más fuerte.
Pero el fantasma de tus memorias
me persigue indómito.

Más te extraño
cuando mis manos alcanzan
las metas trazadas.

En las noches el vacío me consume,
como si ya no tuviera vida
desde aquel día en que me fui de ti.

Pero nada me quita el sueño,
porque no he vuelto a soñar.
Adrift in salt waves,
Closer to sea than to roots
Mountains keep still.
the moon always looked beautiful
from here.
but now that i’ve stood on it,
i’m not sure
i ever wanted to.
Something I wrote a long time ago.
I didn’t want
to wake up today,
As I look
into the mirror,
I see myself,
Rugged, pieces
Here and there,
Almost handsome,
Almost there
But good enough,
I get out the door,
Jump into my car,
Notice the tags
Still say 2024
As I press
The gas pedal
And feel the machine
Alive once more,
I have to get
around that
Some day.
I find myself here
Under the sycamore rain,
Again, loving you.
I
Flamboyán whispers,
wrapped gently by the nightfall
the coquí sings true.

II
Clouds become soft quilts,
dreams live curled in the branches
under a sky full of stars.

III
The breeze calls my name,
it smells of earth and heartbeat
my soul finds its rest.
I’ve always said I want to be buried underneath the sapling of a flamboyan tree, be reborn and live through storms and hurricanes as my leafs fall and regrow. I think it would be a blessing to be reborn.
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