Noches de Locura || Poems

"Oh my poor soul"

I would like to say I loved you but my dear the feeling still lives on. I heard you have a new lover, clearly you have moved on. I bet she has heard the same old lies that to me you sold. I bet you tell her story's of how much you've grown. I bet she thinks you're so mature, oh my poor soul. Under the sheets where your body's play games that you say you've never done. She feels special because she's "the first one", oh my poor soul. Your changes to this world would be your conversations at night, she would look at you with bright eyes. You surely will tell her how smart you are and to you she would give all of her love, only if she'd knew the only thing you're smart at is at stealing hearts from the places they belong. And one day she would wake up to the emptyness of your shadow and the ghost of clear mug. You will tell her how much you're sorry but the truth is you're not. There goes another soul broken, destroyed by your touch. But with time she would be the best of her and she would be with someone who really deserves her love. You will live in pure regretness, but look now who's the poor soul!