Hablas cuando duermes.
Bebes te sin azúcar.
Te gustan los huevos revueltos.
Dejas los libros a la mitad de la sala.
No tapas la pasta de dientes.

Todo eso me desespera
Todo eso me encanta

You said you wish that I remain near you.
You asked for forgiveness,
and admitted it was stupid
to tell me to stay away.

You said
that when I’m not around,
you don’t feel happy.
That we have a connection.  

I told you
I wanted to stay away from you,
and you asked why,
you couldn’t understand my reasons.

You admitted that
you can’t forget me,
and I
told you the same.

You bring the sun.
You are my sunshine.
Just like I once was.

Now
I am your cloud
Full with rain

I sent you a message.
You’re probably not going to respond.
Why do I even bother?

Me pregunto que escribí.
Le respondí que un poema.

El sonrió
pidió que un día le dedicará uno.
Ilusamente
no sabe
que todos los poemas que hago,
van dirigidos a el.

The first was "I love you".
He killed me with that.
Killed the confused  me.

The second was "Please, forget me"
He killed me with that.
Killed the happy me.

The third was "Don't forget us"
He killed me with that.
Killed the nostalgic me.

The fourth was "Stay with me"
He killed me with that.
Killed the unhappy me.

The fifth was "What's up, friend"
He killed me with that.
Killed me.

It's killing me.

I know we are more than friends,
but less than lovers.

At what point are we ?

What is left to do when we trust each other,
we support each other,
we crave each others soul,
we understand each other,
we have each other,
we have made each other cry
but mostly laugh?
When we have said so much,
and at the same time
we left so many things unsaid,
and we can still find a topic?

What am I supposed to do when I write you 'I love you'
and you don't write 'I love you' back ?

Do you not love me?
Or are you being -again-
to shy to say what you feel out loud ?

You always sign your post cards saying you send me hugs.
Do you really mean it?
Do you imagine yourself hugging me?
Do you remember out last hug ?
I do.

It was at the bus station.
I still loved you and you still loved me.
We were both to shy.

I was looking for a signal,
something that meant you could still have feelings for me.
But I saw nothing.
You kept distant.
I thought I had lost you.
It was because of my shyness that we are not together.
I did not had the guts to say that I still loved you.
And when it was time to go I tried hugging you
but you pushed me away.

You broke my heart,
and in a certain way,
I broke my heart too.

And then that was it.
You grabbed your plane the next day,
and we haven't seen each other since then.

It is killing me, at what point are we ?