Detrás de todo este espectáculo de palabras, tiembla indeciblemente la esperanza de que me leas,
de que no haya muerto del todo en tu memoria...

mayo 14, 2012

You

 I walk away from you for the fist time strong and I did my best to see it through. Now I'm watching you just thinking I'm wrong. You walk away from me for the fist time sure and you did your best, but you don't see how free it feels without you and me. And I crash and I burn, and I toss and I turn, I belong to you. You provoked and you broke all my dreams and my jokes, but I'm sitting still. I feel trapped and alone. I thank God you are gone, I sleep better now. I feel free and I see what you are without me. I'm alive again. I only wanted you to know that I never wanted you to go, I know I was everything you're not supposed to be to someone that you love. 
Esto siento, más o menos, y por esto mismo muero.