he sat with me,
I told him my story
huge smiles and drinking juice in high glasses,
refreshing our souls.
we ran, we laugh in places like fairytales,
he told me stories and promissed to never leave me,
he promissed me to always support me,
even when I went down.
but her, with her pale face and dry lips cried, eyes full of tears,
but he would always be there,
even when I hide my feelings in that dark and lonely room.
I always felt weak and not worth it,
And I would lie to myself,
Because those feelings and broken smiles wouldnt change a thing,
and would only make me more confuse.
this would be the last time that,
everything would be the same.
I left everything in the bathroom,
and I avenged everything I felt in bed,
Because only he knew,
and he never judged me and always saved me from quit,
frail, lost, broken in two with feelings.
I didnt knew,
and I everyday survived,
the storm and fell asleep,
all anxiety would return the next day,
but he would always be there to take care of my broken pieces.
I lied to myself,
hurt feelings but he was always
there to me.
and he always took care of mine tiny pieces,
wipe the tears of my pale and frail face,
while telling me that he would love me,
even if everything was over,
because all the feelings would disappear in a hot bath
where the water would take my anger and sadness,
and would make me feel better, again, or even feel nothing at all,
but I had him always telling me "baby, everything will be alright".
-d.a