Freud says tattoos
Are
The Manifestation
Of a
Trauma

Every point
A
Separate pain
We
Have
Suffered

It took
Two
And a
Half
Hours

To complete
The
Diary
Of my
Trauma

And half a million perforations

To convert
Those
Memories
Into something

New

And

Beautiful

To finally
Let go
Of the past

I do not know how long has been since our last meeting,
So vivid in my mind as if it were
there in my eyes.
My self does not stop thinking, and I guess that the more I do it,
The more my heart craves you.
Not having you has become a huge catastrophe within my being
And fear at night slowly rises to torture me.
Time vanishes and my days fade together like this.
Your vagabond memory on my sofa and tears that
Are going to simply disappear.
This terrible restlessness that runs through my veins;
Feelings that I thought forgotten were.
Can I continue with this miserable life?
Because I'm tied to you and your **** smile.
And your look, which I once believed was mine,
Of all became in a matter of time.