Love is not what people think;
It is not smiling while your heart pops out of your chest.
It is shattered glass, with crimson on the floor;
It is the heartache of 3am.
It is vulnerability and fear. Love is not what people think.
It is pain and ecstasy, but it is the addiction people seek.
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Brain
PoetryA glimpse of what happens in my head. It is a bilingual (spanish/english) book; some poems will be in english, others in spanish.
