You're hungry for good music with great lyrics.
You're hungry for late night talks.
You're hungry for art and you try
to feel it in every cell of your body.
You're hungry for knowledge.
Philanthropy.
Empathy.
And a bunch of others complicated words.
Oh, and you're hungry for that too,
I mean words,
especially if they are in a
Edgar Allan Poe poem.
You're hungry for little gestures.
You're hungry for true and extremely loud laughs.
You're hungry for history.
You're hungry about a lot of things, but you're
not hungry for love.
Because you already fell for all those stuff
you're hungry for.

I put this cigarette between my lips
in the foolishness of maybe
it could make me poeticize.

Ingenuous thought when I know the only
drug able to mess with all my system is you.

More effective than nicotine, fogging all my mind
More dense than an smoke that I stubborn to
take to my lungs, your smell clogs my aerial vias.

More rough than the cigarette material
rubbing my fingers, your words scratch my skin.

More agonizing than abstinence, your distance makes
me writhe inside my own body, facing an intern fight
that always end in riot because I can’t decide between
leave you on your own luck or convince you that
we can be the lucky of each other.

And here is the living proof, here is the poetry
that i’m only able to extract from the collateral
damage caused by *you.

Everything we were can be reduced to an incomplete kiss. We had the chemistry, but not the formula. We had the moment but it was taken by a blink of my eyes. We had our lips begging, but for different touches.

We had the perfect picture, but our idea of gradient was not the same, my was composed by different yellow tons and you simply can’t stand this color.  

Maybe this one fact could explain all that situation. I’m too much yellow to your color palette. I’m the color that gives you vertigo while you…

You were the mix of my favorite colors.
Now all I can see is gray.

It's not that I don't want to give you one of my parts, like you gave me one of yours. Is that I can't give you "me" if I still don't have "myself".