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Natalia Moraes May 2013
The rain stained windows
looks so beautiful
yet so heartbreaking
like a touch is enough to make them shatter

As I look at the trees
with my coffee and cigarette in hands
I think about you
and how
when I felt somber
you would hug me
and kiss my neck.
I miss you
I miss you so bad it hurts

And in the morning
when I remember the promise I made myself
to not think about you anymore
I will look at the window again
and think
about how beautiful
yet heartbreaking
is the fact
that the rain washed everything away
just like you did
with us
Natalia Moraes May 2013
I found her when I didn't want to.
I had given up on love
in any shape or form

She made me believe in happy endings again
and told me that everyone
including myself
deserved love and second chances

But my head,
messed up as it is,
is stronger than my heart,
lovely as she made it sound

So I gave up
and eventually she let me go
and I fell like the rain
hitting the pavement as hard
as her heart
when I told her
*I'm sorry, I can't
Natalia Moraes May 2013
It is okay,
the sun is rising
(somewhere)
Your heart is going to stop hurting
(eventually)
And I am going to be there for you;
(I will be by your side)
even if you don't notice me
read all together, then only the ones outside the brackets, and last but not least the brackets ones. ~~the idea is not mine~~
Natalia Moraes May 2013
We flirted back and fort
and we teased each other a lot
But then you found someone else
who, besides flirting
would also kiss and cuddle with you
in a way that I could not
And it is not that I am jealous of her
I just wish I had someone too
Natalia Moraes May 2013
Looking up the sky at night
and smoking my 10th cigarette
I remember when you used to say
that time and space are nothing
if compared
to how much you loved me
Yet, as we seated side by side
in that little swing set
and you said
I can’t do it anymore
I’ve never felt more alone
Natalia Moraes May 2013
I am the kind of person
who's always been afraid of losing themselves.
But I wouldn't mind losing myself
in the curls of your hair
when you wake up.
In the curves of your body
when we make sweet, tasty love.
In the middle of your bed
when we don't talk at all
but it feels like we said everything
we needed to.
And in the beauty of your mind
that continues to ******* away
even after all this time.
Natalia Moraes May 2013
Sometimes I feel like I am falling apart,
like I am breaking into a thousand of little pieces
that won’t ever be able to be glued together
But then you hold my hand
and hug me tight
and it’s like everything is a little better,
like I am not as broken anymore
And if I still am (as broken as my stupid mind says so),
you will be the glue strong enough
to *hold me together

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