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julius alcancia Feb 2014
underneath the stars, i am holding your hands.
your grip tortures me, it kills me.
then the look in your eyes, i cannot
take it.

slowly my skin touches yours, filling every
gap in my soul.
lips are trembling, my knees, they
are weak.

i want to embrace you, feel every part
of your body.
i want to kiss you,
from head to toe, everything.

but . . .
julius alcancia Feb 2014
these words that i write,

will never be read by you

and it breaks my heart.
julius alcancia Feb 2014
i want to go back.

to that exact place where i
first saw you.

in that moment only the two of
us understand.


i want to go back.

to grasp once again how beautiful
you were that day.

in that place nobody else dared
to remember.


i want to go back*.

to fall in love over and over
again.

in that fateful day heaven
and hell made love.
julius alcancia Feb 2014
watching my footsteps slowly dwell in this
empty walkway, the rapidity of my breathing steadily
alters my fainted vision.
powerless to see what’s behind this lengthy and
meandering trail, the still darkness continues to
wobble my somnolent body and soul.

i can hear faded voices echoing in the dimness of the night,
scared and disoriented, the corridor seems so elongated.
the serene reflection of the moon outside is undeniably amazing,
but its pale luminosity gradually kills me from within.

wondering if i can still escape this everlasting torment,
the voices are beginning to sound patent and obvious.
enlightened by the cheerful voices under the daunting dark sky,
i hastily chased these resonances until the murkiness swallowed my being.

taking my chances, i ran as deeply as i could,
until the beams of the sun elucidate the rusty creepy alley.

surprised from the eccentric sight,
i warily sat down on the floor
gazing at this peaceful and tiny square shaped room.
julius alcancia Feb 2014
this unfought war finally ends
tonight.

the madness, it has to stop
here around these unscathed
warriors.

six feet under, i see them from
where i am lying.
full of happy faces in a world dominated
by wasted chances, what might have
been questions.

along with queries that we never dared
to answer, chances we thought would
come again.

i know this is the end of me, of us.

flickering hope, regrets, a piece of me
to you.
i am ready to go, to let go.

this unfought war finally ends
tonight and i am free.
julius alcancia Feb 2014
i hate it when you smile,
when you caress your hair
like that.
or when your lips move
as you speak.
your eyes, i hate them
even more.
i hate everything about you.
**i hate you.
julius alcancia Feb 2014
these are words written
by you.

words that i cannot write
at this hour.
lost words eclipsed by drunken,
sober thoughts of you.

it is past midnight, i cannot write
a word or two.
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