Probabilities

Let's say you do not recognize those eyes

Let's say that the reflection of you in them you do not see

And you cross the corner and you just deny it

Let's say you do all that, avoiding the pain in his face

Like the smile when he finds you later and you do not deny it

Let's say you are that kind of person who wants to be able to touch, but who is too cowardly,

too human,

to be able to approach and ask for forgiveness, a simple and murmured pardon

That was the only thing he was looking for when he saw you and you avoided

But, like I said, let's just say, because you cross and the other person never smiles at you.

Just like a song he takes a step back where he walks away from you and you keep complaining

Playing alone a game of chess.

 Hoping he comes back to you, but he won't come back

Because he got tired of playing, he got tired of looking when you look away from him and

Let's say that now is him who says enough and  turn in the corner.

When you decide to cross and you just stand there looking at his back that moves away with each step

Because you have played too much with the odds and your fears, 

and now you only have memories and traces of the two of you that are lost in the past

And the only thing left is a simple game of say.

T.M.

Your forgetfulness

Your lies

I keep them in the words I write

your truths I say them

on the sealed lips with which I speak

every memory of you

I lose it like tomorrow's footsteps

and I do not know who you were when I met you

of the one you were when I loved you

the thread burned on the tips

and I do not know where we started and where we ended

so our thing I no longer remember talking about it,

or cried it.

Maybe that's why

I still feel the tears in my eyes

and bruises on the lips of desires

and maybe that's why I'm a little dead

and yours do not repeat it but I do not forget it

and burned threads never to finish.

Your lies and deceit

I make them mine so that I can love you but not want you

and so it all ends

when I do not sing for you anymore

and I do not walk for one step of yours

When this is over, I think I may have forgotten you.

but not having lost you like now.

T.M.

Eyes of tears

There is a sadness in his eyes that I can not understand,

and it enchants me and attracts me.

As a siren seduction I approach those eyes with a void of pain

and there is no sure promise.

But if there are raw words and glasses with blood 

to understand and explain

there is pain in his lips wrinkles

and sadness in his music.

But there is an addiction in his heartbeats that catches me and

it encloses me.

T.M.

What makes me

What is the truth that I seek?

I want you to tell me that I hold grudges

as I keep the secrets you appreciate,

I want what is said with poison on the lips,

you appreciate it with your touch on my skin.

I do not want delusions in my imperfections that

are the angles of my body.

I want you to worship me with my crooked feet

but firm on earth to tell you your

dirty truths,

it is fine if you fear my need to be and recognize,

it's okay if you run away and leave me because I appreciate what I do not destroy from me for what you want,

however, do not think twice that I will be waiting for you among the ruins of the past that you are.

Because, I told you, I look for someone who loves me like he hates the fibers that make me.

T.M.

Last hope

I am sitting waiting

like a stupid person

I'm waiting for you to come back

with one last hope to give you

is the last thing I have to believe for both of us

Waiting on this wet and rocky ground

Come back, make one last attempt

to recover what we lost

I only need one word,

one great gesture

and this,

This was the great gesture

and stupidly, I sat in the rain waiting

The last day we had to forgive, I waited for you

turning my back on my life and holding my breath

just to have this last chance.

I was a tragic human being waiting alone

with eyes closed,

holding hands

and an anxious heart.

Twenty-four hours of a day waiting

but you did not show up

And you won,

you wore me.

So I sighed,

I got up and walked down an empty street with no echoes in my footsteps

and I saw our last hope die.

T.M.

Broken love

There is a certain evil in love

a corruption in its purity that kills the soul

attracts you with its beauty and its promises

whisper to you those nights that you get to sleep

tells you about wishes and dreams

fools you with the perfect words

and you believe it, you buy it, you live it

That is how love lives

so it is created and thus is known

through his deception,

with our ingenuity

tell us what we are looking for

holding hands

present people

and promises fulfilled

knows our little secrets and manipulates us

bends us and accommodates us

and we fall, and fall, and fall without exit or rescue

We praise her, to then destroy her, to wish to bring her to the fires of hell

And yet, we lose,

because we write about it, we talk about it

we live on it, and on our lips, there will always be a word

which does not decompose in repetition

although it kills us, although it lies and hurts us

even tomorrow we will talk about the greatness of love

talking about how my heart broke yesterday

TA.

Interlaced steps

I took a step back,

and when I did.

Jesus, when I did.

I saw you and I saw myself.

 I saw us.

I saw your distracted eyes and my stretched fingers.

I understood why nobody liked you,

And why everybody pitied me.

In that step back.

I caught your words in ink

and my deafness was the tragedy that accompanies them.

In that little moment,

my world lost its balance.

And I didn't have the power to comprehend.

The reason why we were there.

I had forgotten who we were

and what we were doing

like how I had forgotten that that step back,

was in the past

TA.