My mind is full with conversations,
Yet it’s all so quiet

An acquaintance
or
a parallel universe?

I’ll imagine
I’m sending you a song
That I know
You’d love.
And in my head
we are dancing
to the rhythm
Of our once treasured
Now forgotten, bitter,
Love.

You are like a song
              forever
                        Stuck in my head

It was chaotic, the beating of my heart
At the bare, minimum, touch of your hand
I was at ease, and under attack
Resting my thoughts on your lap

You have never suffered of matters of the heart,      nor you ever will,  
your pain lays in your mind,    
in your non-existent calm

“So you are into words” he said
“That doesn’t make you interesting, I’ll cut the chase”
I think of that for every poem I write
For every lyric of every song that gets to my heart

The scenario in my mind is set,
I’m just too afraid
To say
“action”

I wonder
Was it a spell I was under?
I am awake,
And the world seems duller

And you filled my life
with plants,
poems,
moans,
Unrealistic songs,
and happy riddles
then I realised
I was in the middle
of knowing
        you
            were
              home.

La galaxia de la que fue parte, colapsó
Con fuerza de mil soles,
cual supernova
Resurgió
Donde el viento sople, ella ira
Creando micro universos,
Al saludar

I made a nest in my wounds
Please don’t cure me,
I don’t want to be cured.

Oh you come to my mind
In waves
And I want to drown
But my instinct makes me swim
Makes me survive
And when I reach the shore
I am safe
And grateful.

I’ve got a Time Machine.
But I have to warn you,
It’s a painful ride,
going to the past.

Why do I see love everywhere I go?
Why do I seek love everywhere I go?

After you used my body
My soul was tired
After you put a light in my eye
There was a fire

Que inmensas son
aquellas melancolías
Llenas de quizás— reales, tal vez,
Solo en alguna otra realidad.
Un sinnúmero de fotos
En una cámara sin revelar

You thought  I was playing victim, but for me, it was never a game

The symptoms included:
Chest tightness, nauseas
Laboured breathing, heavy heart.
They say it’s a natural reaction
—I must be allergic—

To

     Bitter memories and regrets.

I am aware
Ignorance is bliss.

Yet,

I am aware.

I am too awake.

I am fully conscious!

This shall be the death
Of all my progress

I am aware!
Can you numb me again?

My mind is poisonous

I am aware

I am my own

                    worst enemy.

You are a ghost
But, oh, how I fancy you to scare me
Trapped in the past,
No other words casts.
If I have to be haunted,
Let it be you,
Let it be now.

There’s potential
hidden in plain sight
Can’t you see it igniting?
—soul’s fire? The spark?
A brief glance
of my future plans..
Cozy and picturesque
I reckon they seem
  so lovely..
—In your eyes.
Surrender, will you?
It’s for the better
Tension is tempting
But resisting.. is crazy!

Evening air and dry text replies
It is a cold winter day
in the midst of July.

Clear and loud silence
surrounding her steps.
The sudden reflex to deflect.

A random call. A sudden ‘yes’.
Opening door, a familiar face.
Same old, same old.. exhausting exchange.

Dancing hands, usual soulless gaze.
Curious hands, hypnotising embrace.
Rushing hands, the usual regret.

Lust overdoses, her soul feels sore
Another heart rash. Regret. Repeat. Regret.
emotional hangover,   unread morning-after text.

A tote bag filled with poetry books and a head full of dreams
of you

Can I spend the whole day daydreaming?
Do I have enough time?