Do you miss me? I know. I’ve been out of touch. I know, I’ve been quiet enough. I know you have a lot of questions. I know you don’t want… Continuar leyendo
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Warzone
We start a war. And no, we weren’t enemies. We were from the same team. (We thought we could get away with this) We keep clenching our naked fists to… Continuar leyendo
Brutal Transparency
Truth be told, sometimes it’s better not to tell the truth. Not even half-truths, because they are just undercover lies. And those lies contain inaccuracies, distortions and assumptions. And even… Continuar leyendo
Couldn’t
1, 2, 3… I’ll just turn the lights off. 1, 2, 3… I’m counting my reasons. 1,2,3… I’m counting my crimes. I close my eyes and I can’t see what’s… Continuar leyendo
Yet, you have beautiful hands
You know how to use your hands pretty well don’t you? How long have you been using them? I’m the first damaged and purple skin? Somebody before me congratulate you… Continuar leyendo
Líneas y grises
Sólo yo me puedo escuchar. Pego otro grito. Mi voz me despierta. Mi cuerpo me pide café, mi corazón adrenalina. Soy el tiempo que espero para que algo suceda. Impaciente.… Continuar leyendo
The pain that slept one night
Lover? It all seems like I can’t love another. Stop talking in silence. I’m the one that wants to scream. I want to scream you all my silence. But you… Continuar leyendo