Thursday, June 15, 2017

Spectator

Nowadays we share nothing
but space 
I remember how easily we exhanged
empty promises
that now float around us
I do not feel
anger
or 
sadness
but I feel like
I had to become shallow
in order to fit
in this reality 
and 
an abudance of people
sharing your love
playing their roles
smiling
you never made me smile
except for
the days when I dreamt
how it would be to be with you
but I didn't know 
it would hurt 
that 
much
and I never knew
that you would want to 
kill me
and I never imagined that I would want to
survive
 

Thursday, June 8, 2017

Limbo

I will never demand
for
much
but if you decide
to offer me
something
please don't take it back;
for I have been deprived
of the simplest things
as have all of us
 
But I cannot bear
to hold on to
frivolous words
of no value
to you
that mean the world
to me;
because the pages cannot be erased
only torn apart
and I already feel old 
and I think
once again
of burning
the book
 

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Chemical

People form connections.
Little molecules of madness intertwine.
Atoms of restlessness and elements of pursuit collide
and find place in another person.

The soul will dance
with whomever it wants to dance.

People are eternal.
Moments are not fleeting,
they are not trivial,

I know what makes your heart sing
I wrote the song

and I prefer your winter
to anyone else's spring

Monday, May 15, 2017

Reality writhes


You are the love of a million lives
but all of them wither away
and I really wish
I knew
how to stay alive 

but I end up alone
in this space you made for us

I just wanted to dance with you

You promised to be there
but something happened

Now watch 
as I become heavy again
You have to be careful 
with people
and which of their flames you are trying to put out
because you might end up quenching them 
all
and lose the person
that used to be 
yours

and I really wish I knew
how to stay
alive


Thursday, April 13, 2017

A time to be alive

There is nothing more honest
and raw
than young love
the way a mind desires
when it is
untamed
and unforgiving

there is no such thing
as
weariness
practicality
routine
to hinder your scale
you only keep what you want
and
you do not weigh


Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Phantom

So I grow cold again
Because no matter how warm I was
I could never melt into your arms
Except for the times we would die
Into each other
The way we wanted to

Why did you come back?
Were you afraid,
that I would forget?
Afraid that if my memory of you
fades away,
you would cease to exist?
Or were you certain?
Certain that I would have changed.
That I would no longer be the girl you fell in love with...
Certain because you have changed.

What you used to find mediocre is now your reality.

Or did you come back thinking you could claim your soul back?

Do you exist in this space alone now?
In the space we created with so much effort?


Could I still be here?

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Abomination

I thought that I would be cold today, and that my dress was too short.
I wore a long jacket.
It's a shame that I bite my nails.
Thinking is half an action. Or a quarter of an action. Or maybe an inch of an action.
I don't know how long an action is, so I'm not sure if an inch is less than a quarter.
I guess it depends on the thought. The extent of the action. The extent of the consequences.
The consequences are everything. It's weird how everything is connected. How every little thing you do makes or alters events. Little events. How the road where you took a turn might have saved or killed someone.
To be obsessed about every little thing or reach a state of indiferrence, because, really, nothing is under your control.
What is the appropriate level of caring. Is it really care?
Why would you baptise your selfishness as care?
I want to be pure. I don't want to think about things I wouldn't do.
I don't want my actions to carry the burden of alteration, just because my insticts weren't appropriate.
Are my insticts really my insticts? Or just something I was taught?
Am I me or a product of reactivity?
Blabber, blabber, blabber.