This one goes to the real poets.
To those who decide to carry the world on their own.
To those who carry hell in their head and a graveyard of lost love stories in their heart
To the brave ones who fight darkness with darkness.
Tho those who the only answer they seek from a god is if there's eternal life for their loved ones, because they know there's no space for them in that paradise.
To those who know that suffering is the most humane feeling there is.
To those who loved and hated the wrong person.
This goes to Lorca isolated, hiding in a closet in New York.
To Unamuno craving to believe in something impossible.
To Quiroga drinking the poison of his sorrow at a hospital.
To Becquer and Espino for dying so young.
To Neruda for cheating on himself so many times.
To Machados' lost spirit.
To Marquez and his melancholic ******.
To Poe's tormented soul and his raven.
To Shakespeare and his Juliet.
To Dante and his story of woe.
This goes for the only beings who can live with a hell inside of them, and still manage to write heavenly things for those in need to read.
This one's for us.

I used to be a free soul
Happy and joyful at most
I used to laugh a lot and smile all the time
My days used to be all sunshine,
And even after stormy and windy days
-I used to find my rainbows at end
But that was before you...
You appeared like a monarch butterfly
Pretty, yet poisonous
You said you could make me merrier
and I was a fool to believe you
You charmed me with your warmth
The purport of a rare and worthy kind that you aren't
Little did I know then how great of a ****** you are
You made me feel unique, you made me feel special
You became an ideal friend and I was grateful
You kept me wrapped around your fingers
And like a fool I danced to every tune of yours
You fed on my kindness until none was left inside me
Suddenly you became my brains, and I was your puppet
You used me to your satisfaction until I became a useless tool
And just like trash, you threw me out without regret
You left me heartbroken, full of anger and destroyed
I was a wrack and everyone else had to pay
Because of you I made a habit of hurting others
Because of you I have no remorse left in me
Before you I was me, and now, I am you...