No te enamores de mi

No te enamores de mi…
Hay días en que me pongo triste sin razón y solo me quedo mirando al techo con lagrimas corriendo por mi rostro.
No te enamores de mi…
En esos días no quiero ni necesito hablar con nadie, solo me quedo en cama pensando en todas aquella situaciones que me llevaron a convertirme en este monton de tristeza y soledad
No te enamores de mi…
Me apegare a ti a un nivel tan inmenso que si tan solo olvidas darme las buenas noches llorare hasta quedarme dormida, convenciéndome a mi misma que te has hartado de mi y por eso ya no deseas hablarme.
No te enamores de mi…
Soy demasiado para manejar, dependeré de ti, necesitare tu atención constante; te hablare con metáforas y te convertiré en una; escribiré poemas sobre ti y para ti.
No te enamores de mi…
Me aterra que te contagies de mi tristeza, me da tanto miedo que preferiría perderte antes siquiera de haberte tenido.

No te enamores de mi niña
Porque yo me enamorare de ti.

Love is not important

There comes a time when love is life and life is love
When nothing matters more than to be alone
And the love you don’t have becomes the life you miss
When nothing matters and everything is circumstantial

when love is life and life without love means nothing.

Cause everything that is important can be loved,
 So if no one loves me that means im not important??

How can you be sure that you are loved, when words are lies?
And whispers are just the worst possible way of telling a half truth
That’s all I have half truths and bad lies, that’s all
I can possible endure right now
Especially from you, the person
I once tought was the love of my life.

Half fucking lies, that’s all I deserve, that’s all I never give you
But in the end that’s is not even important, cause you are not the first
Or the last to lie to me, to hurt this fragile heart
The same that I got 27 years ago.

Quando??

Quando iremos poder morar juntos? Eu irei poder escutar sua respiração enquanto você dorme, te abraçar quando estiver frio, e pedir que você me proteja quando eu tiver medo depois daqueles filmes de terror. Eu irei poder te acordar todas as manhãs com um beijo, eu vou estar sem maquiagem, de pijama e descabelada, mas eu sei que você não vai se importar. Eu vou tentar cozinhar pra gente, mesmo sabendo que não vai dar certo, então no fim vamos acabar comendo miojo ou pedindo uma pizza e mesmo assim você vai rir. Eu vou chegar todo dia reclamando das coisas chatas que tive que enfrentar e você vai sorrir e dizer: “calma, amor” e então vai me abraçar. Mas sabe o que mais irá me satisfazer? Poder encostar no teu peito, ouvir seus batimentos, olhar nos teus olhos e dizer: “eu tenho você, você me tem, e isto vai durar pra sempre” Eu te amo, eu preciso de você, eu quero você, assim.. Pra sempre, pra todo sempre

It Hurts...

I don’t want to write about love... 

 It hurts. 

I don’t want to tell you stories of when love existed in my life. Too many nights have passed and I’ve accustomed myself to sleeping in the middle. I don’t want to write about the beautiful beginnings. How nothing else seems to matter and how quickly passion can override sanity. How love can fill you with substance that was never imaginable.

No. I don’t. I don’t want to. 

Because love for me was once as beautiful as the ocean, sunsets and night skies. I loved with all of being. Not really sure what it was all about. All those words have already been said, been read. My absent thoughts on love won’t be missed or sought after. I don’t want to write about how love feels like the breeze, how it can burn like a flame and go out just as quickly as it started. I don’t want to think about how I long for a deeper connection. How I fear like if it happens, then I’ll just question if it’s real; and if it’s real…

How long will it last. 

It hurts. 

Forgive me if I’ve appeared as a martyr. That was not my intention. If I were to share the good parts of myself, it’s only right that I share the bad ones too.

So I don’t want to write about love… 

 I just want to feel it. I want to feel weightless in the arms of someone who understands. Someone who sees love like I do.

 Someone who doesn’t want to write about it either.

You always hurt the one you love

 

You always hurt the one you love
The one you shouldn’t hurt at all
You always take the sweetest rose
And crush it till the petals fall
You always break the kindest heart
With a hasty word you can’t recall
So If I broke your heart last night
It’s because I love you most of all