She who did not come, wasn't she determined
nonetheless to organize and decorate my heart?
If we had to exist to become the one we love,
what would the heart have to create?

Lovely joy left blank, perhaps you are
the center of all my labors and my loves.
If I've wept for you so much, it's because
I preferred you among so many outlined joys.

1400

What mystery pervades a well!
That water lives so far—
A neighbor from another world
Residing in a jar

Whose limit none have ever seen,
But just his lid of glass—
Like looking every time you please
In an abyss’s face!

The grass does not appear afraid,
I often wonder he
Can stand so close and look so bold
At what is awe to me.

Related somehow they may be,
The sedge stands next the sea—
Where he is floorless
And does no timidity betray

But nature is a stranger yet;
The ones that cite her most
Have never passed her haunted house,
Nor simplified her ghost.

To pity those that know her not
Is helped by the regret
That those who know her, know her less
The nearer her they get.

Hyperventilating
Thoughts going through my mind
Never thought that this was the man that momma found
His true colours showed up
But I couldn't stand it
I must stand up
I must stand up
Momma told me stand down
But I won't let go
In my ears I steal hear the echo
Glass shattering
Screaming
Punching with the lines
Never thought that this was the man that momma found

The truth hurts,
but I’m free now.
Or am I?
Of course I'm not.
You're the ball and our memories are the chain.
I will never be free.
Forever chained to you like a prisoner.

You would set me on fire,
just with one word and one look;
I was burning so bad,
that I needed an ocean,
to cool me down;
And you were standing there,
and just laughing;
Like I was a circus.

I feel so empty.
Empty as the bottle of liquor I left on the sink.
Empty as your heart when they mention me to you.
Empty as bank accounts of poor people.
Empty.
Just empty.

Every word, every poem.
Every corner and every street in this city.
Every guy that enters the train with that authentic perfume.
Every cigarette, every liquor.
I see a piece of you in every person I meet.
Everything in this world is reminding me of you.

But all of that can't change the thing that you are not mine.