Are kind of crazy the things that I would do to stop the time from running and to stop you too.
From not saying what's on my mind and smile even though I can't, to forget every time you hurt me and pretend it's all fine.
I don't know who I am without you by my side, and to be totally honest, I don't even want to try to meet that version of myself that maybe you hate.
Being who you say I am is easier than figuring it out, so I'm gonna play my role until I forget what I was like.
This way people like me.
This way you are here.
I might be crying under my bedsheets every time you're not around, but I'm not alone.
I'm with your perfume and the memory of the kisses you painted on me.
Possibly it's not love, but who even cares? Love is dead anyway.
At least I have the perfect picture of what could it be, a mere painting that is like it.
I don't need more, I can't have more, all the good people are taken, that's what I have heard before.
I'm just gonna appreciate what I have and work hard to make it what I want.
That's how relationships work anyway... Right?
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Cartas sin destinatario y otros poemas
PoésieUn poemario que incluye algo de prosa poética, escrito desde el 2022 hasta agosto del 2024, ordenado por fechas. Trata temas como el amor, el desamor, la muerte de seres queridos, crecer para ser un adulto, amistad, entre otros. Hay algunos poemas e...
