A love I once invisoned,
now gone
with the Autumn wind.
A love I only hoped
for,
now written
as another
luckless romance.
But I,
the fool who in the beginning
knew this was
only going to be a
fling
for the moment,
but still believed
that
this time everything
could have
been different,
but once again
wrong I was..

It is I
who is to blame
for ever believing
that a woman
in your caliber
could ever
grow feelings
for a man
that his only words
are enscripted
in a peace of paper.

As the rain is falling
from the cloudy sky,
my tears
remember that horrendous night
when you laid
your hands on me for the last time.
Did I do anything wrong?
I always loved you,
tried my best to be the perfect woman
you wanted me to be,
but yet,
you couldn't see.
How could you harm someone
that you say
you love someone so much?
The one who carries
your seed.
You've seen me shed
tears.
You were the only one that
I loved
throughout
the years.
But I can still picture
that ****** night,
how
arguments
always led to fist fights.
When you used to come home
late drunk,
smelling
like women's perfume.
Knowing that I was always home,
cleaning,
cooking you meals,
washing your clothes,
and carrying your child inside my womb.
But everything
was never like this;
At the beginning you were
so kind and sweet.
So sweet
that I used to sneak out of my house
so we could always meet;
with you, I lost my virginity.
You were my one and only.
While you went out
to strip clubs
with your friends,
I was home.
Always home,
always feeling lonely.
All the abuse,
all the bruises,
and all the name calling,
I still stayed with you
because
you would always
promised,
you always swore,
that you were gonna change
all smiling.

All my friends
used to tell me to get away from you,
to leave you,
because
you were never going
to change.
That you were still going
to do
what you always do.
But when I finally decided
to leave you,
I packed all of my
belongings
and tried to leave.
Trying to leave in a hurry
'cause I knew
that if you came home,
things would get
very ugly.
But that day
you came home early,
exactly at 7:30.
That's when everything
got worse:
you pulled my hair,
starting hitting me,
punching me,
even when you knew I was pregnant,
then you kicked me
in the stomach.
Blood started coming out.
You had no remorse.
You said that if I were
to leave you,
you were going to **** me.
That I was never going to be free
because
I was your property.
You ran to get your gun,
but as you left,
I ran to the kitchen and grabbed
a ***,
hid beside the door
and when you started looking for me,
yelling my name,
you walked in the kitchen
and I hit you
as hard as I could.
You fell to the ground
and dropped
your gun.
I grabbed the gun
as fast as I could
and tried to run,
but you got up fast and grabbed me
from the hair
and pushed me to the ground.
You tried
getting the gun back,
but then . .

BAM, BAM

(The sirens crying)

There was blood everywhere..
That night
was the end of that
horrendous
nightmare.

You were dead.

She came from
the unknown:
nobody knew
exactly where
she had come from,
but she always
looked out onto the sea,
as though
it were the only place
where
she felt safe.
The only place she only
knew.
Her love for the sea
was deep,
but misunderstood.
Yes,
the sea was her home;
but in his arms,
rested her
heart and soul.
Two worlds
colliding,
becoming one.
How their love
knew no bounds,
just that they both
knew
what they had was nothing,
but true love.
She belonged
to the sea;
her existence
belonged to the sea,
but her heart-

Her heart belonged to him.

She was
La Sirena and he was Su Amor.

The mermaid and her love.

I can't help but to ask,
"Have you forgotten
all of those memories
that we both once had?
All of those dreams
that we both made up?
When everything,
including us,
was based
on forever?"

And now every night
I cry to the moon,
saying to Her,
"Do you remember us?
Do you remember how
I loved her tremendously?
Moon, you witnessed it all",
but all that the moon
does
is look the other way,
hiding Her tears.

Even the moon knew
you loved me . .

How freedom beautifully
portrayed itself
by the way
her arms were
spread open,
her eyes
closed tightly
while inhaling all the
positiveness
that life offered
freely.

I think of myself
as a selfish person
at this moment.

I wish I still had
what I had,
but then I know for a fact
that it would not be
what I would want to keep.

You can say that
I'm still stuck
in the past,
but at the same time
I want to be
living in the future.

Living in the present
is something
I just find
so difficult.

And even
when I have absolutey
nothing
to offer her,
she still stays with me..