The first time I saw you,
you were drinking a coffee
and smoking,
maybe that was a signal
that we would never work...
I hate cigarettes.

You had that smile
for which I would have given my life,
those kaleidoscope eyes
that used to carry me to another galaxy...
our galaxy.

I never thought
that I would write of you
because I always write about
things that hurt me...
and I'd never thought that
your love would end in a heartbreak.
I didn't want you to be a scar in my soul
I wanted you to be some kind of magic cream
that would take away oll of the pain.

I thought that our love would be eternal,
that we would be a "happily forever after"
but, darling, I was so ******* wrong,
we were just two stupid kids
who didn't know anything about love.

I always thought that cry for a boy
was such a stupid thing,
but I cried for over three months
and I still cry sometimes.
Because You left me alone
in the middle of the dark,
you took all my light away.

I know that it can sound stupid,
but I feel broken
like if You had punched me
really hard in the chest,
I cannot breath deeply
because it hurts...
it really hurts.

You are probably having fun
with a blonde girl you met a bar,
or travelling around the country
as you always wanted...
and here I am,
writing about you,
a boy who didn´t love me back anymore,
who left me away and moved on.

But I don't hate you
as I used to do,
I really hope that you find someone
who can love you with the passion I did,
that cares you and protects you from the world.

People say that
if you fall for a person who writes,
you will always live in their writings
and I like to think
that a part of you, of  our love,
will always be alive in my soul
so I can write about them.

Only God knows
how much I loved you
and how much I still do,
but I have to move on
and this is my goodbye.

My skin is the sky
and I’m just drawing constellations

I'm sitting in my bed
looking at the rain.

I remembered
our first kiss.
It was 2 years ago,
and it was raining...
like today.

I remembered they way
you held my face, and
how you caressed my neck.

I was happy and
I think you were too.

Almost inmediately,
I realized I was in love with you,
probably I already knew that.

A kiss under the rain,
such a cliché.
You've always hated clichés,
I don't know what I was thinking
when I supposed
that I was able
to make you enjoy clichés...
like watching romantic movies,
texting until 2 am,
missing each other,
talking about everything...
but I was wrong,
people don't change.

The sky is almost dark,
the sun is hidden,
you are gone
and I'm crying,
because I've no one to kiss
under this heavy rain.