I don't want to talk about you anymore
because my lips hurt.
and my tongue burns
from the taste of you.  

I don't want to think about you anymore
because my head pounds
and every single sound
sounds like you.

I don't want to see you anymore
because my sting
and water
when you are gone.

I don't want to smell you anymore
because my nose is clogged
and everything smells foggy
and old.

I don't want this anymore.

Please don't leave me
lying in the dirt
giving me nothing to do
but wallow and hurt.

please don't leave me
to stitch my own wounds
leaving my body
to be consumed.

Please don't leave me
to be all alone
and let my mind become
a giant cyclone.

Please don't leave me
to fight my battles without you
because I'm not sure
I can even get through.

so please don't leave.

This one goes to the real poets.
To those who decide to carry the world on their own.
To those who carry hell in their head and a graveyard of lost love stories in their heart
To the brave ones who fight darkness with darkness.
Tho those who the only answer they seek from a god is if there's eternal life for their loved ones, because they know there's no space for them in that paradise.
To those who know that suffering is the most humane feeling there is.
To those who loved and hated the wrong person.
This goes to Lorca isolated, hiding in a closet in New York.
To Unamuno craving to believe in something impossible.
To Quiroga drinking the poison of his sorrow at a hospital.
To Becquer and Espino for dying so young.
To Neruda for cheating on himself so many times.
To Machados' lost spirit.
To Marquez and his melancholic ******.
To Poe's tormented soul and his raven.
To Shakespeare and his Juliet.
To Dante and his story of woe.
This goes for the only beings who can live with a hell inside of them, and still manage to write heavenly things for those in need to read.
This one's for us.

They say all I hold is lies
Of saliva in my throat,
And when I talk, I spit them out.
To hold them in would
Make me choke.
Is this a game, is this a joke?
Truth be told, I am a liar.
But I do it without thought.
It is less than my desire.
Causes fire. Spray it out.
Heard those cheaters never win,
Let's pretend that these lies
Are only here to plaster grins.