I hit rock-bottom, and I thought I could be found. I cried, and with every tear that came from my eyes, a part of me withered.

I was afraid to wake up, look in the mirror, and see a face that was not mine, with a nonexistent smile.

And I felt death, infinite times.
The air around me felt thin, so thin it was hard to breathe.
I dedicated myself to missing you in every song, in every poem, in every writing, in every thought, every sigh, in every insomnia, all the time.

And hit rock- bottom, again and again.
Looking to get out of the boredom and deadly anxiety that caused by  missing you. Looking for Muses in the eyelashes of a garden or the howls of the midnight blue lights to not think about you, not to wish you, not to call you.
Looking in some way to find rest and be me again ... and so, not to be so broken.

More night were needs to decipher the anthology his kisses would leave. More paths were needed to find a way out of the laberynth his caresses let traced in my body.

His eyes sparkled lights, while with the mere touch of his , I was running out of sighs.

I wasn’t his, he wasn’t mine .

Like waves to the open sea, like gust in a storm. It seemed like we belonged, but we would end up anywhere.

Love me

Love  me, little by little, so love won't  be wasted.

Love me, a bit today, and a bit tomorrow, so love can last a little longer.

Love me, with your skin and your soul, with your lips and your throat.
For a bit in the morning, and a bit at dawn.

Love me, little by little, a bit now, and a bit then, close and from afar.

Love me, ephemeral but intensely, without looking back.

Love me, like those summer loves, with the strong gust of a hurricane, devastating but imminent.

Love me, a little bit for a while,
Or a little time for a bit longer.
But, love me.

D.C.M.F

Trapped, among the sharp- edges of tainted memories and sharttered mirrors. 
Broken, upon a stodgy shallow heart. 
Faded in a mist of tears and despair.   

Like leaves swept by the wind.  
Like waves hitting rocks.
Lost in the ruins of a heartbreak wrought.  
Losing grip beyond control.

For all I know, for all I could, losing my whole world when you stooped down and pulverized all my dream to ashes. Watching them fly away, to an unreachable place.

A journey without return, without cause, leaving me with no reasons for being.

And there she was.
Fierce, fervent, eloquent.
Melting hearts with a single gaze.
Beautiful like moonlight, and a smile worth the sky.
Bright as the wildest dream, blissfully and captivating.
Strong  like a tree yet so delicate as a petal. She was unstoppable, she was happy.
He dreamt her, and she lived  As if there wasn't life the day after.
It was her, and she was his.

It doesn't matter to me if all this is over. My love for you still intact.
It doesn't matter how much I still love you, or if you did loved me at all. I never intended to break my vows or break you, neither I thought you would. But life is deceiving and it will always find a way to scatter what it seems to be real.
You dragged me into your world and made me feel that eternal was not just a word but a reality. You made me feel love was real and had me leaving a dream, when in fact, you were just preparing me for the worst nightmare wake up, once you decided leaving. You took everything I was,  everything I had, except my body.
You stabbed my heart with your lies way before you were gone, and just pretended to heal the wounds on every kiss, but in every single one you only made them more profound.  You painted my whole body with your lips, and all of a sudden you just wanted to erased me like any other  painting.
I just want to un-vow my heart from all these broken promises. I keep scattering myself from this soul binding that keeps reminding me of our yesterdays,of all the times I torn, so you wouldn't break.
I could never un-vow my heart from this memories, but darling am not broken, just bent.

You’ll remember me when I’m gone .When the sun no longer shines in your window and the moon cries at every dawn.
You’ll miss me, when you find yourself having a cup of coffee, and remember that you never liked it before.

You’ ll remember me when I’m gone .

When you realize that I was more than I should had, just for you. And beyond any perhaps, an always, was my shell.
You’ll remember me, whenever you think you’ve forgotten me, and find yourself thinking of me for no reason, and the pain is as strong as teeth tearing apart your soul.
You’ll miss me, and then you will understand that each darken path has an end, and that after every tear, a smile is always reborn. 

D.C.M.F