CÓMO NO VOY A QUERERLE

Cómo no voy a quererle,
si guarda en cada parpadeo
un mensaje subliminal.
Si lo luce sin pretenderlo,
si me deja el alma en blanco,
en un orgasmo pleno que me empuja
un paso más allá de lo místico.
Transparente.
Una luz intensa que no ciega
pero aturde.

No creo en lo imposible,
me inspiro en lo imposible;
lo hago desde que le toqué
y quise jurar que sus huellas encajaban con las mías.
Lo comprobé.
Nuestras almas bailan aunque nos quedemos quietos.

Acarició mis alas y yo besé las suyas.
Las adoro porque me hacen comprender

que siendo libre decidió quedarse.
Las adoro,

porque son las que pueden llevarle a otro lugar:

Jamás he amado a algo anclado a mí.

Cómo no voy a quererle
si soy suya sin serlo

y sin dejar de ser.

Cómo no voy a quererle
si ahora mi corazón y mi cuerpo lo entienden todo.

IT'S TIME TO FORGIVE

It's time to forgive.

Forgive yourself.

Forgive, for your heart

breaking relentlessly.

Forgive, for refusing to heal.

Forgive, for weeping,

for hurting.

Forgive, for loving

those unworthy.

Forgive, for cursing

those scars that make you.

Forgive, for hating your mind,

your body, your soul.

Forgive, for being

so hard on yourself.

and finally

       - forgive, for taking this long to

              forgive yourself.

GIVE ME EVERYTHING

give me everything

your smile, your laughter,
the gleam in your eyes, your
dreams, your goals, the things
that keep you up at night,

give me everything

your hope, your fears,
every time you shed tears,
those secrets that you hide,
your lows, your highs,

give me everything

your kindness, your will, your
love, your soul, every time you
feel, every time you hurt,

give me everything

and in exchange
I will give my
everything to you.

#DELETE

Her silence was all he needed to hear. It was at that moment he realized he had lost a good one. He thought he was winning, playing his games, and he always knew she would press reset; until his chances ran out, and this time, she pressed DELETE.

TIME DID SO MUCH

There was a time when I could feel my heart but I didn’t understand whether it was beating or not. A time when living seemed so suffocating and maybe there are still times like this... but you know when people say it does get better I didn’t use to believe that. But now when I think it back to the time when everything just fell apart and compare it to now, time did so much. Time does so much that you cannot even imagine how much slowly and gradually the intensity of pain that you felt then and as to how you feel now there's a huge comparison between them both. Everything fell apart in front of your eyes and you just had to watch and let it shatter. I wanted this to end and maybe the only end I was thinking about then was the end of my life because living seemed pretty much the same thing. This heart was dead. I couldn't feel a thing, I couldn't understand anything, couldn't eat, sleep, what was the point seemed like you pretty much were dead anyway right? But no. I was wrong. Wrong in so many ways, the amount of priority you give to situations, to people isn't even worth anything. Because at the end of the day these are the people that kill your heart but they live. You kill your heart for people? For temporary people, who probably won't even be in your life in a couple of years time. Do you ever think about this?