"I don't want/miss/still love my ex
I'm a hundred percent sure of that.
It's the relationship I miss."

"Not the person?"

"Yeah. Not the person.
I miss the relationship part,
if that makes any sense.

It's the being there for each other,
the stories at the end of the day,
the comfort of their kisses,
the softness of their touch,
the sweetness in their voice
when they need your help
getting a can of vegetables
that's high up in the pantry."

"Not the person, right?"

"Right.
Or, perhaps I do miss the person
and the memories,
and I'm just lying to myself
to make it hurt less."

I’m worried about you.
You seem like you’re aching,
Like your heart hurts.
And even though I try,
I cannot pick all the pieces
every time you fall apart.
It’s like putting together
all the pieces of the Big Bang.

You don’t talk much lately, not really.
You talk about your experiences, not how you feel.
You try to ignore that aspect of your life,
As if expressing them is worse than keeping them in.

Talk to me about you, not about what happened.
Talk about how you feel, how you really feel.
Let it all out, keep nothing inside you.

You know I’m here, always and forever,
Whatever you need, don’t hesitate.
Because while other people abandon you,
I keep by your side, like a masochistic dog.

Yes, masochistic. Because it hurts when you’re hurt.
And even though I try to palliate the impending outcome,
It always gets to you, raw, rough,
Slaps you in the face, sinks you in the river,
Drowns you in this petty thing we call life.

Because the night refused to slip away,
I offered you a place beside me, on the bed.
We spent the night cuddling, smoking,
Exchanging words previously unsaid.

Because the night refused to show the moon,
We set up torches to light up the yard,
And we had dinner on top of a cloth,
Below millions of stars reflected on your cornea.

Because the night refused to see us,
We kissed and danced and napped.
We flirted and smoked again.
We explored each other in the torchlight.

Because the night refused to keep clouds away,
It started raining, so we ran inside.
I kissed your neck, your chest, your belly,
I kissed all of you, even the parts you hate.

Because the night refused to stay awake,
The sun caught us laying on the bed,
Only bedsheets covering our bodies,
Only love surrounding the room.

Because the night refused,
We loved each other.

I used to dream dreams
So grand not even I believed them
Dreams about power, dreams about love
Dreams about flowers, dreams about lust

But reality killed the dreams in me
Crushed them like none of it mattered
And part of me felt empty, devastated
Yet another part felt proud but isolated

That was when I became part of society
Following people for no apparent reason
Nobody told me why I should
But I thought it was because I could

After a few years of being a nobody
I realized there was a spark in me
And I could turn it into a fire
If only I had enough hope and desire

So I started a journey to discover new places
See why people were how they were
And I found out people's dreams get crushed
Just like mine did when into society I was ******

Everyone I met once had big goals
But now they were just part of another world
And in that world dreams were fulfilled
But here all those dreams were killed

And I cannot believe how we ended up like this
How we could destroy our dreams
Just to be part of something more
That people hate and abhor

And there I was, thinking how to make it better
When I concluded that no turning back was possible
To this conclusion I arrived at a young age
Although I keep dreaming of breaking out of this cage

Because people only worry about money
They hate to live with a small stipend
Even though some people want to make it their own way
Most of us stay with materialistic values

And now a bigger dream has awoken inside my body
Not to be like the rest, to be myself
To keep dreaming the dreams I once dreamt
To be someone worth being kept

My heart aches when I remember
The time we spent together
Talking, laughing, smiling, loving.

But time fades memories away
Like an old Polaroid without an owner.
All that's left is pain and torment.

A few tears can bring a whole fortress down,
As long as the pain is directed to the heart,
And nothing is left, but a terrible scar.

I want you, but I don't want you.

Five nights ago, you claimed my dreams.
You took possession of the last thing I really owned.
You invaded my head, and raised your flag,
Planned to stay there for as long as you can.

Four nights ago, I had a cigarette with you.
The quarter moon isn't as beautiful, but it still received compliments.
And we talked about our dreams and goals,
And they all included each other.

Three nights ago, I envied the moon because her light kissed your skin.
The air was chill, and the wind was blowing softly.
I caressed your cold cheeks, and said I loved you.
You kissed me, as if sealing a pact, in front of the moon.

Two nights ago, life was perfect.
But elation never lasts enough.

One night ago, you decided you loved the moon more than me,
Or so I fooled myself, because I couldn't handle the truth.

Tonight, I smoke a cigarette with a bottle of *** beside me.
I sit in a corner, with tears running down my face.
The full moon mockingly illuminates the room,
Because she has you, and I don't.

Tomorrow, I'll kiss the coffin, with what's rest of you inside.
And I know you aren't there anymore, and it's just your mutilated body,
But I want to kiss you one last time, a kiss that'll never end.
A kiss that'll seal a pact, so the moon knows you'll forever be mine.

Agrio y amargo, penetras mi lengua
como otra lengua lo haría.
Y es que vas más allá de lo físico,
más allá de lo surreal e intrínseco,
llegas al alma y al corazón
y los nutres de tu seno ferviente.
Eres madre, eres padre,
eres hijo, nieta, primo, amiga.
Permites tu cultivo; te sacrificas
para que seres hipócritas te ingieran
mientras discuten política, economía,
religión, literatura, guerra, amor.

Preparas la tierra fértil del intelecto
para laborar la poesía y la música.
Una pareja se enamora al platicar
mientras beben y degustan tu ácido,
y tú, espectador omnipresente, ubicuo,
exploras las mentes a las que llegas
utilizando la autopista neuronal.
Eternizas tu gestión desinteresadamente.
Son escasos los que te aprecian,
pero inconmensurables los que te reconocen,
así como un religioso reconoce a su dios,
pero solo lo valora cuando ha de necesitarlo.

Eres dios, y por eso el hombre te adora.

Leading two different lives
Takes its toll on the user,
Tires him down,
Reduces him to nothing.

I try to be the son
My parents always longed for:
The perfect guy with the perfect life,
The epitome of all that is good.

My accomplishments make me proud
Because they make my parents proud.
And I have to marry the perfect woman
Because anything else wouldn't do me justice.

But then I leave home,
Hang out with friends,
And I realize I'm not that son,
And I never will be.

I like men and women alike
And have had *** too many times to count.
****, cigarettes and alcohol
Help me forget who I have to be.

I get messed up
But never tell my parents
Because they need me to be
The perfect son.

Dear mother, father, brothers, and friends,
What is happiness, but a trend?
I never found it, but I did crave it.

I spent day and night crying over a lost love,
A lost chance, a forgotten friend, a speck of dust.
Everywhere I looked, I saw the beauty I couldn't find in me.
And it pained me so. It pained me quite so.

A wonderful world ruined by a broken soul
Is not such a wonderful world, is it?
I could not stand ruining other people's happiness,
When I knew I would never find it.

Once, a friend told me that just like love,
Happiness finds you.
But I guess the line was long enough already,
And all the operators were occupied.

I shall join all the forgotten souls,
All the dead ones somebody used to love or hate.
In happiness, in love, in bliss, in joy, in death.
Goodnight, and joy be with you all.

Time does and undoes,
builds and destroys.
Time plays with our lives
with Destiny, its best friend.

We, mortals, are Time's pawns
and are subject to Its decisions.
Hence why sometimes we love,
but that love is not returned.

"The timing isn't right,"
individuals crush our hearts.
And who are we to blame them?
Time cares not, for we are Its toys.

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.
All Time does is taunt and mock.
The fact that I met you,
is it chance or Destiny's work?

Time consumes like a black hole.
We are mortals so that It can feed,
consuming our bodies
until all that remains is ash.

And Time rejoices and laughs and sings,
as it plays with our psyche and nature:
our instincts say we should not let go,
but Time sunders us however it can.

Death and love. Love and death.
They are Time's renowned pleasure:
Time executes its subjects;
Time murders love.

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.
The clock never stops.
There is no escape, in a land
where everything is determined by Time.

You with the draw-well eyes,
and gold ingots for hair,
with Silence as your name,
and catapults for legs;
I shall learn your name today,
I shall forget your face today.

Your draw-wells' potable water
will flow down your cheeks,
and your hair's gold will devalue,
and your mouth's silence will speak,
and your legs' wood will break;
nothing but your name shall remain.

On the dawning horizon, Barcelona.
Above us, a quiet storm rages.
A meter away, Isabel,
with her abyssal draw-well eyes,
Silence as her name,
catapults for legs.

Your name, nothing more.
Your past and life, trivial.
Only your name was important
and I obtained it: Isabel.
It was but a physical infatuation,
completely platonic and surreal.

You, with the draw-well eyes,
I know not who you are,
I do not know where you're from,
but I could scrutinize your eyes,
as abyssal as water wells,
for a whole eternity, and more.

You who prance and dance
to any and every rhythm,
I long to know everything about you,
discern your likes and dislikes,
fathom all your insecurities
and make you forget them.

You whose look spans
all seven seas and the four winds,
stare at me forever,
penetrate my self as light does.
Make me feel unique, as if the world
turned around me, around you.

You with the draw-well eyes,
grant me the pleasure
of knowing who you are,
where you come from and are going to;
allow me to study those eyes
for one, two, three eternities.

write a poem about me
and compare my auburn hair
to the twilit autumn sky.

say I’m the most important person
that ever walked into your life.
say it, and mean it.

translate your verses into Italian
and scream them for me at 1am
so I can appreciate but not understand.

love me like no one else has.
show me why I’m a plant
and you’re the sun.

break my heart and fix it up
then break it all over again.
I wouldn’t mind, not at all.

write another poem about me
and compare our memories
to the faded Polaroids we never took.

I write for me.
I write for her.
I write for my friends.
I write for my family.
I write for strangers.
But most importantly,
I write for everyone,
That feels the same way
But doesn't have the words
To express those feelings.