De habitación en habitación va,
Inestable, ambiguo, vacío.
Sin alma, sin sed,
sin errar, sin perder
¿Qué queda en su insaciable piel?
No lo sé
Poco menos de un hombre,
Tal vez

Like knocking on a door
Of a house in ruins
You can come,
But not a soul will let you in
There’s nothing here for you
There hasn’t, a long time since.

I guess it was, sort of — dramatic
Now, thinking about it
It just resembles the beginning—
Let me put it this way:
If we hadn’t collide,
—you and I—
Our universes
wouldn’t be complete.

To reminisce of the past—
what a luxury,
Of  those
In the future

I took care of it,
I wore it, - but just -on special occasions
No matter how little,
I cleaned every stain of it
I packed it so carefully
That I forgot I even had it.
Then the flood came,
And the mould grew,
I found it in my suitcase
Completely ruined.
And then I remembered
Why it was so special
I wore it the first night
I ever met you

I remember
every one of your lovely whispers
when you thought I was dreaming
My mind, my hair, my nose
I was perfect, every bit. To you.

You, protecting me at all costs
I couldn’t bare such tender
I radiated all the love you gave me
Sad it was never permanent

All the poison micro-dosed
In the form of your affection,
Thoughts of your laughter,
Circulating in my veins.
Relieved now, I can gladly state
All of it, has finally left
My spirit and flesh

I was so profoundly moved by the words
you managed to produce
In that beautifully-crafted mind of yours
They may as well been scripted
To just my personal delight

If I were to follow the plot line
Will the ending be happy ? Will it be sad?
The only thing I can predict by now:
My heart at your reach,
My soul in your hands

I guess I’m not a ‘good sport’
Yours is the only game I’ve truly lost
Yes, I didn’t take it well,
My personal, favourite hell
The rage, the pain, all still there
I wish I could say
“I wish you farewell”

Isn’t this the age
When we have
A lot of plants,
A bunch of plans
Little money
and even less time?

I’m trying so hard to keep it inside
It’s in the surface of my heart
I can’t scratch it
It’s spreading
And then it overflows
It’s overwhelming
It slides down my face
Salty watery trace
I’ll be okay
Just not today

You were lucky enough
To be in my sight
When the stars alligned
When my heart was warm

You found your way into my mind.
Now I randomly text you
at 2 am.
And you are okay with that,
slowly melting my stance.
You’re dangerously getting closer
To my heart.

Why would I care for your situation?
My oppressor, my tormentor
Make no mistake,
If I’m ever curious about your sake,
I’ll be at the verge of losing all
My so-called “common sense”

I got the frames,
not the pictures.
Got a whole life, just waiting
For its beginning.

Micro universes:
You, there
Me, here
Worlds, we’ll never get to see.
Words, we’ll never get to hear.

He was just a draft,
Yes, a really good one,
But still, a draft.
What can I say?
I want the real thing,
I wasn’t settling for that.

You can’t break me,
there’s always a dream
I’m chasing

All that love flowing through my veins
got me sick to my stomach
I’m disgusted by how much
I loved you.

This numbness of the heart
Has been here for a long time
Couldn’t realise that ignoring it
would contribute to made it last.

Thorns disguised in your arms,
Where I let my trust slowly unwind.
A trap, a maze,
Pure evil in your gaze.

I was disposable.
But how could I tell?
Intertwined, passing the days.
You were patient, you set the pace.
And when you had to,
didn’t hesitate,
dug my grave.

Walking blindly into the path of happiness,
it’s been a long time since I’ve followed it,
This time I’m not watching my steps.