-Tudo isto é para mim?
-Sim, tudo.
    As flores...
      As árvores...
        Os oceanos...
          Os sorrisos...
            *Eu.

I feel like I'm not enough because you are so much.

I loved him
I really did


But,
Now,
It feels like there's no space for me
Anymore.
I'm the one who got lost,
The one who was left behind.

I used to feel sick
When I thought about him
Or when I talked to him.
But,
Now,
I feel sick all the time,
Because I find myself
Not thinking about him.

But,
Deep down,
I still think about him
I still imagine his face
I still want him next to me

I still love him (I have to love him, I want to, I need to)

But,
Now,

There is no space for me

There is no space for *him

Ele não gosta de sorrir, mesmo quando está ligeiramente divertido.
Ah como eu gostaria de lhe arrancar um sorriso e fazê-lo sentir como se de facto pertencesse a este lugar.

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.

i hope you're okay


because
i haven't seen you in a couple of days


but i can feel you in my stomach

i can feel you inside my veins


my bones are shaking so violently

i'm afraid they will break

"please not her
she's so much better than me



don’t you be in love with that girl
please please don’t

anyone but her"

i said

but,
to be honest,

i think i've said that about all the other girls

i'm so scared and sad and sick
and i just want you


that's all