You made me a mixtape

didn't write down the names

Track 1,

Track 2,

that's all that you gave.

I'll never know the names of those songs

but it will not have mattered

for the lyrics all say the same thing,

that you love me,

and that is what this mixtape thinks.

"What are you afraid of?"

"Ghosts, killers, guns?"

I'm afraid

of you.

You who hold the power in your hands

to break me open

and leave.

You who hold the ability

to tell me I don't matter

and the authority

for me to believe you.

I'm afraid of betrayal,

of not being right for you.

I'm afraid you will hate me

afraid of losing my friends, so few.

You say that you're fine

that you don't love anybody

but we can all see

your true thoughts.

The truth is that you love everything too much

long to hold the hands of every girl and carry the secrets of every boy.

The truth is that you want to run

but your near-arthritic muscles force you to walk

that you look at HER with loving eyes only when she closes hers.

That you are drowning in love and suffocating in loneliness,

next time she opens her eyes,

SHOW HER.

Once upon a time

you shared your fears with me

Once upon a time

you thought I wouldn't be able to agree

and I wasn't.

Once upon a time

you told me you knew we all would leave you

Once upon a time

I tried to tell you not to be so blue.

Once upon a time

I promised I wouldn't let this go

Once upon a time

you didn't, couldn't, ever know.

Did she make you happy?
Did you ever learn her name?
You knew her outside, you knew her inside.
You knew her thoughts, you knew her feelings.
You laughed with her, you cried with her.
You held her hand.
You raised a storm inside of her.
You really, really ****** her up.
Which isn't always a bad thing.

Did you ever look through her eyes?
Did you ever see her through her own eyes?
If you did, would you really have called her names?
You loved her, you really did,
and every day you put her down.

Do you know that you hurt her?
I don't think you do.
You always put her interests first, you were always by her side.
You always told her how important she was.
You always made her happy, you always made her smile.
You always made her love herself.
(As much as she could, under the circumstances.)

Did you try?
Look at me and tell me that you tried.
Tell me that dragging her through the ground and destroying her piece by piece helped.
Tell me she deserved it.
Now look me in the eyes and tell me why exactly she couldn't show her face.
Tell me why you wouldn't let her show her face.

You were nothing short of perfect.
You told her that you were there to help, and you really were.
You supported her, let her blossom.
A true flower, with you as the sunlight that let her bloom.
She was always growing, she still is.
With you by her side, maybe she'll be grown one day.
Maybe the world will learn her name.
Maybe one day.

Yes, it's all quite confused.
You were everything she needed.
They all were.
She could never find words strong enough to thank you, she told me so herself.

You royally ****** her up, you broke her.
You made her hide.
Yet you were the one who wanted, no needed the world to see her.

Now, explain something to me:

What did you expect to achieve when you never even stopped to ask her name?

eras una tormenta,
y yo, era un pequeño pájaro
asustado por tu trueno,
luchando para volar en tu viento,
sin lugar seguro para aterrizar.

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