Noches de Locura || Poems

"Wrapped with flowers and knives"

A collaboration with the amazing writters Alana del Mar and Camila Londoño. The amazing drawing by Camila. alana_gomez camilalonart

I thought you had flowers wrapped around your neck, but little did I know they were knives covered with petals, petals quite withered, ones shriveled enough to fall fast and show the blades under them. Knives that could cut you and still think it was pure pleasure. My dear you made sure to sharpen your knives and water your flowers, you made sure to keep your pretty face and your white lies. What I felt for you was just gravitational. I wanted to water you when your colors began to fade... I wanted to love you until your petals disappeared... And then, I figured those were your weapons to attack when my mind wasn't clear. Good trick, I didn't see it coming...but that doesn't change the fact that is nothing more than just a game; one in which you like the drama, so you use attractive costumes and you set the background so it looks like a garden, then you read your script and improvise with your poor actor abilities and powers. It's all about you and how much of a "good actor" you are, is about how you're the only one capable of gardening those flowers. It's all about you improvising the script and changing all the lines. While I'm here, disappointed of how good you are at this. You fool me like a little girl, and that's exactly what I am... a little girl who's learning from your bad decisions... A little girl who's becoming a woman because of you. Are you learning something out of this? Or you feel too grown up and mature to need of these experiences... There's something less to understand? Or you do have the overall comprehension of what's going on... Go ahead, laugh, joke about that naive little blind who believed on you; because after all that's the only thing "intelligent" men like you know how to do, mess around... should I said man? Or it fits better kid?Your flowers are losing its petals and your knives are no sweet to me anymore. You can see me bleeding but you don't care, time has passed and when I'm healing from your cuts you come back saying that you're sorry.