you say you love me

but do you ever stop to look

how you love me

how do you do

if that’s how to

declare me unlovable 

for I rather be unloved 

than loved by you

maybe in another life the chances will be different
I see you’re affected, your loved ones indifferent
you came to mind the other day, what would you even say
maybe things that came were final fate
maybe you knew well when was your due date
you figured it be better to go now, than to meet God late
when you couldn’t take it anymore, the longer you had to wait

I’m sorry we weren’t there when you needed it bad
you’re leaving now, don’t know when you’ll come back
we’ll find our way to you, I’ll promise you that
there’s no use in pleading when you’re already packed

they say we go in peace when we die on our own
I heard we as human beings only die alone
what’s the point of life if say we suffer the most
from having lost loves we wish we had known

how to save a life, is there even time
when a life is on the line and we can’t put other things aside
everything on demand, can we have a second to unwind
our loved one has passed on, leaving us behind

maybe in another life, the circumstances will be different
I see you’re affected, your loved ones are missing
you came to mind the other day, what would you even say
if only if only; it didn’t have to end this way.

I guess some of us have to go thru a sort of hell
before we can feel the most safe, alive and well
when will things get better, I remain unsure
my strength remains, so I can only endure
it seems to have been years since I last felt content
there's so much going on now, I wonder if god left
I laugh at my problems now bc otherwise how could I live
I keep thinking, the universe must be testing me
so I can't give in.

those empty spaces between my fingers
never felt so empty
as they did the moment
your fingers left them

to have held your hand was heaven
to have held mine was so pleasant

I’ve never wanted to get a grip
until now that I’ve tasted
the grip of your hand
and I gripped it back

the urge to play with your fingers
rub your palm with my thumb
and caress the top part of your hand
I’ve lived so long without having it done

it’s like ice melting
no longer in the freeze
my state is changing now as
the frost is releasing me
it’s nonetheless still torturous
how much less centered
my emotions remain
as water expands and spreads
looking for a new form to take.

La noche cae mas corta
Cada vez que me desvelo
Y mi tiempo se va lejos
De aqui mientras que espero
Las luces lindas que brillan alrededor
de la esquina
Que parecen desvanecerse poco a poco
de mi vista.

La primera vez que escribi poesia
Se lo presente a mi padre
El se echo a reir y me dijo
Apoco estas enamorada?
Solo los enamorados escriben esto.
Una niña de 10años lloro esa noche.
Humillada.
Pero era cierto. Ya que lo miro.
Eso de estar enamorada
Por que me enamore de palabras
escritas
Ojala que alguien lea esto
y se enamora el o ella misma.