I stopped in front of the mirror
And I looked at myself.
I put mascara on my eyelashes
And they grew long and dark.
I covered my face with base
And all imperfections were hidden.
I put lipstick on my lips
And then I ****** them gently.
I put the brush in the colored powder
And I passed it on my cheeks.

I was perfect

But such perfection deserved to last forever
So I decided to take twelve pills:
One baby blue
One green
One happy yellow
One purple
One orange
One ****** red
One soft lilac
One golden
One gray
One pale pink
One brown
And one white that dissolved softly into my mouth.

I had the perfection and the eternity in bottles

I blew
The heart shaped balloon

I filled it with
Every breath
I could take

I blew
Until I was empty,
My lungs hurted
And my lips were bruised

I tied a knot
So my air
Couldn't escape
From the heart
And that way
Keep our love alive

So,
I blew
I blew
I blew
And I took my last breath
For you

Ele finge que não se importa
Ele finge que está tudo bem
Ele finge que não sente
Ele finge que não sabe
Ele finge que esquece
Ele finge que dorme
Ele finge que não vê
Ele finge que vive
Ele finge que ri
Porém,
Ele apenas
**Finge

THIS IS NOT A POEM* ABOUT:
Love, pain, life, death, nature or feelings.

THIS IS NOT A POEM WITH:
Kick **** quotations, complex thoughts, cute phrases or difficult words.

THIS IS NOT A POEM THAT WILL MAKE YOU:
Cry, laugh, feel less miserable or think at night.

THIS IS NOT A POEM THAT WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE.

THIS IS NOT A POEM INSPIRED IN SOMETHING IN PARTICULAR.

THIS IS NOT A POEM BEAUTIFUL AS A FLOWER, REBEL AS THE SEA, HAPPY AS A RAINBOW OR MELANCHOLIC AS THE GREY SKY.

THIS IS NOT A POEM THAT USES THE KIND OF COMPARISONS THAT YOU HAVE READ ABOVE.

AND IF YOU ARE STILL READING IT,
**THIS IS NOT A POEM.