By the time you make your return,
It will be no surprise if I am gone.
When you finally feel okay with being around,
I won't be around.
If my thoughts pull me deep into the ocean, keep in mind I cannot swim for I will drown in myself.
Forget all the things that were ever said, I am not that girl anymore.
I have been lost you are gone with others to comfort you and I am accompanied yet still a lonesome soul.
I would sing you a lullaby,
But they do it for me.
I would run and hug you, but my presence bring you tears.
How can love bring such inmense pain between two beings.
Your words say there is love in your heart with my name written all over,
But why is this scene still about she who sits alone thinking and hoping he is okay.
This isn't love this is torture.
As stated before,
Don't be surprised if it happens to be too late.
If your thoughts come to order after a last breath has been taken.
A promise to follow you anywhere was made.
A weak point has been reached and I believe it might be best,
To wait for you by the gate with which is ment for us to meet again.

-Kathia Mariana Landeros

And it was that day,
I was eighteen years old
when he showed up.

He entered like who enters slamming doors,
noisy, impossible to ignore.
He entered big, inmense, luminous.
His brown face seemed carved by the sun.

I saw him, he saw me, and we recognized each other,
a brief moment that seemed eternal.
Barely a second and not more.
But a second later,
my smile was not mine anymore.

We were a noise that fled away between the silence

The space between us became inmense
so big that I can’t dry your tears
so big that I can’t hear the beating of your heart.

We are not two
we are several numbers decomposed
infinities positives and negatives

No one dies or will die of love
but the pain paints of blue my early mornings.

We are no longer you and I
we are

you

and

maybe

I.