Mariposas

¿Cuál es el máximo porcentaje de dolor que una persona es capaz de sentir? No sabemos si hemos llegado al límite o cuanto sufrimiento podemos llegar a acumular hasta reventar. Hay una fina línea que podemos traspasar sin darnos cuenta y vernos al borde de un precipicio. Llegados a este punto solo hay dos opciones, que nos salven o que nos arrastren al fondo.

Just breath honey.

It was ironic how much love I gave out cuz I didn't give much to myself.

When I started writing, I smeared my blood on every page to remind myself that everything beautiful has a consequence.

So when I told you that loving you almost makes life worth it I was not joking. When I tell you That loving you almost makes me forget how much I hate myself, It is not poetry. Loving you is taking all of the love I could never give myself and putting it to good use. It is reminding myself that if someone can love a dying thing this way, can hold the Lazarus of my body and give thanks for the way it holds back - if someone can kiss the scars administer the pills absorb the bad days and wake up smiling next to me, then I can try to breathe again.

Love will not heal me; but it will hold my hand if I ever heal myself and maybe teach me a joke that I can stay alive long enough to laugh at. I love you enough to want to love myself too.

No hace falta viajar a nunca jamás para encontrar mounstruos. No necesito buscar bajo la cama o en el armario, solo tengo que mirarme al espejo para contemplar al verdadero mounstruo.

Al final todo acaba como empieza, pero con mi corazón roto.

Eres la mariposa más bella de mi colección.