we love each other
so so much
but things aren't the same.
it used to exist a union,
real care and talks.
I used to know we'd always be there for each other,
but I ain't so sure anymore.
and when everything feels to be about to fall down,
all I want to do is run away
as fast as possible,
as far as I can,
so I can't even hear the fall,
'cause maybe it won't hurt so much.
but it already does
and I haven't even escaped yet

i ended up believing
that i am a failure,
a huge mistake

those thoughts still
stuck in my head
like the thought
that i will
never be good enough for anyone


but i am
also trying so hard
to believe
that my existence
isn't a coinsidence
and that i
dont need to be good enough for anyone
but myself

i always believed
my happiness
depends on how low
the number on my scale is
and how often i excersiced this week.
how much or how little i ate.

a few years later
i finally realised
numbers frighten my happiness
and being happy
does not depend on
how much or how little i weight

it depends on precious moments
that dont need to be count
to fullfill me with joy

You spent so much time
studying
and working,
truly believing
that happiness would come
when you get
a diploma,
a sallary,
a wedding ring,
and a stable life,
that you forgot that
life was already happening.
And you died like this,
without having lived.

if they talk about my smile
is because they haven't seen hers,
of the one who taught me how to smile.
Her smile isn't as easy
and constant
as mine.
She is unable to fake smile
and all the pain in her life
made her serious,
but strong.

That must be the reason why,
when she smiles,
she can dazzle
the light of the sun
and all the stars.

About to fall,
there's only a trace of hope left.
Does he deserve another chance?

Heart,
tired of being mistreated,
just wants someone who won't break it.
Is it worth trying?
It isn't if only one is making the effort.
Reciprocity,
does it even exist?

Cut,
but not until the root.
That would be compassion.
There has to be a few pieces left,
so it doen't stop hurting,
so you don't stop remembering.
He gets out of your life and conversations,
but not from your memory.

That music will always make you remember him,
so will that place,
that nickname,
that smile.

You really don't know what happened
but, in the end,
there was nothing,
only this bitter memory
trapped inside you.