Dear diary:
He said he loved me,
that he was full of regret.
But, dear diary,
it was too late.

i think you emptied me
i think you took it all.

Did you love him?

Well... let me put it this way
I never wanted kids until I wished someone to look like him,
just to see how it would've been
If i had met him before i did.

I hope the tears you shreded one day
nurture the flowers that will blossom from your scars.

Distance was supposed to make it easier
and it only brought us closer.
It´s been months,
but this love is strong against all odds.

Either this is the beginning of my journey with you to heaven
or I'm about to be dragged through the mud
wishing I had never fallen for the spell or your eyes
or the deep sound of your voice.

Lately, nostlagia has been invading the air,
everybody is trying to make their "lasts anythings" special
and I'm wishing you were all here to share it.
I spend nights looking at the sky to see if there's a sign of you up there,
asking hoplesly on shooting stars that I can see you again.
God knows you left me too soon.
I just hope, in spite all my mistakes, that I've made you proud too.

Is it wrong that I think I'm not the worst?
That I'm not so bad.
I'm I overrating myself?
I'm I really so hard to love?
Because I've seen bad and I've seen mean
and I can't believe that they are better than me.

I will take it as it comes.
If life decides to bless me I won't say no.

Everything went numb when you kissed me.

They broke up,
at the edge of their wedding something went wrong.
The couple everyone adored
and the faith on having what they had completely gone.
                  What side are you on?
                                  I have no side, I love you both.
And he cries and she cries,
and they ask for advice,
I dont know what to say,
I wanted to be them.
I love you, he says, don't ever leave.
I love you, she says, thanks for staying here.
I guess that's what friends are for,
through good and bad,
even when I dont have the words to heal their wounds.

How did I let this happen?
How come out of nowhere now you are my first thought every morning?
The happiness I feel while singing out loud on my way to work seemed something from the past.
I have this goofy smile all day, even when we don't talk.
But when we do, oh my! The entire world disappears when you say "hi"
and I find myself thinking of ways to make you mine, not too fast so I don't scare you, not too slow so I don't die with every minute we spend appart.
Is this love?

What do you wanna prove?
you are already enough for me.
When will I be enough for you?

I love the space between your fingers and how my hand in yours feels like home,
I love how peaceful you look when you're falling asleep,
and how you close your eyes when I caress your cheek,
and that you don't get mad when I mess up your hair,
I love lazy sundays and goodbye kisses,
but I don't like how fragile I become when I'm with you,
always with my heart pumping out of my chest,
always with shaky hands,
always focusing on not falling to the ground from the weakness in my knees,
I don't like how being together is the highlight of my days and that I know those highlights always end.
And after all that rush comes days of feeling blue,
because I never know when I will go back to you.

When I asked how you've been
I meant to know everything you did while we were apart.
And when I said I was fine
I meant to say I'm not fine at all,
I meant to say I've been missing you quite a lot.
And when I said you looked good
I meant to say you are still as beautiful as I remembered you.
And when I smiled I meant to hug you and never let you go again.
And when you said we should meet sometime
I was thinking "sometime" should last forever.

Who am I?
I'm a dreamer. I'm hopeful. I'm a bag of bones interconected with emotions, through my veins runs as much excitement as blood.

I am messy hair, small eyes and steady hands and my hair is as wild as me, and my small eyes catch all the  beauty hidden in the corners, and my steady hands become an earthquake when I'm about to be kissed.

I'm in my twenties. I'm a teenager in matters of love and I'm a grandma when taking care of my friends. I'm a beast when it comes to fighting and I'm the weakest when it comes to crying. I feel too much and show too little.

I'm a daughter, a sister and a friend. I'm worried. I'm anxious. I'm happy. I'm a rave as much as I'm a book and coffee. I talk until my voice fades but my mouth is a tomb for secrets.

I'm a writer and a reader. I'm a dancing machine and a shower singer.

I'm raising an eyebrow when I don't believe you. I'm a random kiss on the shoulder when I love you. I'm cafuné when I care for you.

I'm optimistic. I'm cautious. I'm becoming what I always wanted to be. I'm strongheaded and lighthearted. I'm in constant wait for the world to show me this is not it and fairytale endings exist.

Just say yes.
Yes to good mornings
   and late night talks.
Yes to Monday Night Football
   and Friday Night *****.
Yes to you singing to me all your favorite songs,
   yes to do it off-key,
      yes to do it out loud.
Yes to writting you poems
   and watching tv reruns.
Yes to dancing... even in silence,
   yes to do it without asking.
Yes to letting me love you,
   to holding you tight,
      to feeling the breeze
         while your hand squizes mine.
Yes to your fingers curlying my hair
   and me messing with yours.
Yes to that smile so bright,
   yes to sinking in your eyes,
      yes to your strong arms
         that lift me of the ground.
Yes to hearing you say
   how I make you proud,
      yes to the way you make me feel on a cloud.
Yes to repeating these things many times,
   yes to living a life to fill a thousand lines.
Yes to happiness,
   to our ocasional wildness.
Yes to planning,
   and sharing,
      to trusting
         and never questioning.
Yes to a chance to show you how I feel.
Do you want to build a life of dreams?

     Please, say yes...

                      ...at least say maybe.