Yelina.

"The poor Man's bicycle"

How long ago did your steps cease to be those steps?

Where have you buried the corps of simplicity and humility?

Since when did your comfortable shoes and simple clothes were changed for high wells that
left blisters and uncomfortable dresses which cause itching?

Your reflection in the mirror isn’t as pure and not as beautiful.

Money has changed your way of thinking, your ideologies and your doctrines.

You´re an impostor, a plagiarism of the love of my life.

An expensive copy but less valuable.
Since when did you care more about quantity than quality?

I still remember those days on my bicycle, when clamped to my torso, only the scent of your
skin flooded my system.

Now, I observe you in a Lamborghini which doesn’t define you as a person.
The jewelry around your neck will leave scars y and the richness in what you sleep will corrupt your dreams.

The fake smiles which show your face will make you age before time.

Did you remember that kiss below the rain, when your make-up smeared and the flower dress you bought with so much effort was ruined? That night I appreciated your soul for the first time. The warmth of your nakedness became my most desired reality; but, the surgeries you have done on your body have turned you into that plastic doll everyone is now talking about.

And finally, even if I had the chance to exchange these moments for those memories, the negativity of my answer would surprise a lot of people. The poor man's bicycle will be reincarnated and I will not waste my time again, with someone who chooses a thousand green wads of paper over a red heart.