breathing the same air, wearing the same old t shirts
thinking and remember the same old promises...
is hard to be forgotten

replaced by the name
erased from the brain
i knew  this will happen, but...
is hard to be forgotten

this is now so past, the flowers grow again
he's earth has change its days
the wind stopped just one day
the same wind that just clutter and dusty my hair

i knew  this will happen, but...
is hard to be forgotten

just turn the page
breathe...
and follow the new path
far away from the past
keeping my shadow behind

Today you are in my ears, in my eyes and a pice of you still in my soul
remembering the love you used to tell me, the love you used to sing ...
your poisoned love, that fake love surrounded by lies  and compulsive control

this is the last letter, the last words for you, this is my good bye
i will stop wondering how is your world, i will stop worrying about your mental health, about your quietness, i will forget and forgive finally.... cause that is something that will not let me go, that keeps me listening to your songs and checking your updates rarely

i will forget everything about you, my heart will beat quietly to hear something about you, your culture, maps, cuy, pearl jam, with that world we create that faded away ... in the end, will finally end, buried, and will rest quiet this heart to give way to loneliness

good bye

you turned me into ....
into an anxious person
passive aggressive

trembles at your absence
screaming your name

now I'm a scary puppy
licking my wounds
going around in circles
waiting for you to return
... your words
a gesture of love in your eyes
... to throw the ball

i wait ... and waiting I get weak
dehydrate me, I'm getting carbonized
my eyes are dry watching the window
my lashes fall
and my hands wrinkle

this time is cruel
makes me feel anxious, awkward, desperate
is like a tunnel crowded, which I can't leave
as tying the laces without hands

falling limply to the floor
without intermediaries
Here I'm

We have so much silence in common
anger and resentment
are now the "good mornings"

we have been writing
the story of our sorrows
we've been materializing
an invisible chain
at the same time that holds us together
tear us apart  

instead of thousand miles
we have the silence
this silence that builds a barrier
these hands that separate us
this bed is cooled
and this heart that fades