I don’t take it personally
That you are not ready for me
But I wish I knew
What you see between us
In a year or two

Remember,
the best things in life are free

...plus tax
...license
...and recycling fee

all this love inside me and still i am
lonely
but not like i used to be.
it doesnt ache the same way.
im not weighed down by this impenetrable grief,
rather it is something that i carry with me.
a brooch of misery pinned to my lapel
this sadness, is so delicate
like a flower, watered with my own tears.
when people say it gets better,
is this what they mean?
do they mean that the depression never goes away
but becomes a quiet hum in the back of your mind, forever playing its solemn tune?

Go away, Misery,
don't make me feel so blue.
I was lost, so I've let you in.
It was nice not knowing you.

Go away, find someone else,
there are billions of people. Why me?
For I was the only one who opened the door?
Oh, to Hell with you, Misery!

I don't need friends anymore.
Leave me alone, Misery, please!
I got rid of the ones I had had,
for one day they turned enemies.

Go away, Misery,
don't make me feel so blue.

It is too late now, you are already in.
It was really nice not knowing you.

He doesn’t want to see me
Whatever his reason be
But there is no way
I can’t take it personally

Once upon a time
There was a queen
Of a land nobody’s ever seen
She sent out the brochures
Invited one, in particular
And one only
Whether he showed up
Still remains to be seen

I don’t want to get all dramatic
And call it an ache
But it’s not not an ache
Either
I don’t think you feel it
With me in your mind
But I might be in your soul
We’re not not soulmates
Maybe one day we will be not soulmates
But we will be good friends
Then

me asomo a los ladridos.

¿Qué hace este árbol despierto?

Las sombras no se apartan,
se aprietan a sus cuerpos.

No me agrada esta calma,
este silencio muerto,
sin carne,
puro hueso.

A través de la veta, mineral, de una nube,
aparece la luna.

Ya me lo sospechaba.

¿Qué hacer?
¿Qué hacer?

La miro.
Quiero ulular.
No puedo.

Is it better to have what you want
Or what you need?
This question bothers me every night
Why can't what I need be what I want,
And why can't I want what I need?

Now that I want you
I don't really need you
I need the air that I breathe
But I didn't want it
Until I had you

So maybe I need you after all