The death of waiting

And we are in bed,

and your fingers caress my wounds on the skin,

and you question softly, in the form of a secret.

In fear that I have fallen asleep after I have sighed our truth.

You say it and you hold your breath: How did they happen?

And time goes by, you think you see the sun rise and the stars disappear,

you think you sleep and forget the question like a dream that escaped from you,

You just think that everything was an illusion.

  And when it is that you believe it, since you dream the answer.

  It is that you open your eyes to see you in mine

  And listen to the answer that breaks thousands of souls:

Waiting for you.

T.M.

A new love

I'll find you a new love, one that praises you and kisses you in the mornings of meaningless smiles, I'll find you one who speaks your name in prayers and who describes you with a comparison to the seasons, I'll find you someone better, because you deserve it and you need it.

I am only a thorn in the heart and a hurricane trapped in a home, and I can not love you as you seek, although I try in bad plans and breaks in the bathrooms, although I promised with the worn out voice, I do not succeed.

 Because there is something I lost on the road between there and you, and you do not deserve this heart that you say you want, that it is not a heart.

So let me find you a person who adore you with eyes in the stars, write tragedies of your words and jealousy are born when he speaks of your presence, I want to leave you with someone who loves you as you love me, and I want you to know why you deserve better, more, perfection, because you deserve to be loved as you love me and not as I love you.

I want to do something right and that is to give you a love that corresponds to you.

T.M.

Longing

And it's the middle of the night, and I find myself with the constant need to have someone, not a friend, and I already have up to three friends and that already exhausts me. 

No, what I'm looking for is the pain, the adrenaline and the morphine that is to talk to someone at 2 AM and tell them all your secrets in lowercase, I want small rooms for hugs of half an hour and a smile behind my eyelids.

I want to fall in love, but this time different, this time I want someone to love me as I have loved, to tell me and to prove it, to say he is mine and I am his, I want to be able to say I have 3 friends and one person, and I can be alone because I've already shown it, that I can climb alone and fall to raise with dust in the hands, I have demonstrated several times but that does not remove that I want a hand offered and kisses of victory.

 I am alone in a room that measures the length of your imagination and there I write of what I look for, I want and I need. 

And that is a person who loves me without commitment or lies, who loves me with words and actions and loves me as I want and I seek.

And, oh God, oh my God, I can continue until Thursday describing what is everything I dream and I look, because this has been eating me since the new birth of me, it has been harassing me since a name has been sighed and a face given.

 I can continue until nothing stops me, but then the thirst of the desert, because I seek sweetness of honey and cries of bitterness, I look for jealousy in the eyes and kisses on the lips, I look for being able to say he is mine and I am his like he would say.

 I seek a single thing that no one finds and few speak, I do not seek eternity for that I am young and still without knowing where I am standing, but I look for the hope of an eternity and the sigh of the dawn of our love.

I wish in the last star of tonight to grant me that, tomorrow, at least I cross you and that my heart, runs, far and away, saying his the one, the one you are looking for and at least with dreams of you I can live, because I am an alcoholic in abstinence and there is blood to make pacts for only a moment with my beloved.

T.M.

I am not

And I write in lies, because I no longer love anyone, nor do I have the memories,

I only have the echoes of memories and that's what I tell,

the way you did not kiss me and you did not love me

what I'm talking about are shadows in the sunlight

and of that I build my life,

because of what I know, I do not know how to talk about the

dry blood between the nails

and bruises on the lips

so I write of what my hands can manipulate

and what always ends in the three letters that form the same word

in different forms

and with that I get the followers who understand the pain of a lost love and an unrequited love

my ghost game is evil, I speak of them with pains and poisons

but the truth is that I no longer know their names, nor the feelings I had hidden in my chest

the truth is that I'm in a room with words too fast

and a need to write that compares with that of an addict,

with the need to live and breathe

because if I don’t write, I'm not

And if I am not, who am I?

And time for headaches I do not have

because the sand escapes between the fingers

And goodbye my dear because I lost the thread of the words with which I wanted to make you understand the tangled it is to live a life without feelings to explain freely and easily.

T.M.

Monsters of broken hearts

And I do not love anymore

now I just want to destroy

and kiss the curves of their bodies

where their breathing accelerates is where my hands meet

when his voice shouts my name, I'm already in other waters

because I already discovered that to survive here you have to be worse than their nightmares

but better than their dreams

so I kiss them with candy on broken promises

and then I leave them with footprints in the air and words of lies

Because I no longer give my heart to recover it damaged and burned

now I only play along with the rest, under the stars I lie in different bodies

and in the sun I wake up with smiles of deceit and lies of eternal love

Nobody recognises, the monster they fed

but everyone wants a taste of my poison

because no one loves you for hours like a broken heart does.

T.M.

The real ones

There's something about the girls in the movies that I do not believe in

I do not know if it's their look

or their smile

I still do not understand it

but I do not believe the desperate steps for them and the demanding kisses

they can’t buy me with a love of movies

because they are not real,

they are not the ones I've seen chasing males

the ones I've seen laugh while they cry

and shout with the low voice

and the ones I see are fictions of the mind of a stranger of women

because the ones I know make mountains tremble and the sea returns to caress their feet

and they are the ones who pray and ask for one more opportunity

they are hysterical but they are funny

and they are your biggest challenge, they are not your frustration.

And I still cannot fully explain it, but those women I do not love, nor do I aspire, these women are not the ones I know, they, my women, the ones I know, walk in zig zag with a half of a broken heart.

T.M.

Damn lips

My hand in the middle between the glow of the moon and the darkness

And my breathing stopped in the heartbeat before midnight.

It is at that moment that my lips move fast and in a tormented word and with blood on the edges.

The reflection of my eyes in the window with the light of other people's rooms and the clockwise needle moves for ten minutes past the beginning of today.

And even the name of torture in the dark, with the form of the nightmare of a lost love, even that word, is on my stopped lips and soaked in salty and sweet tears.

T.M.

The last action

Kill me

Destroy me

Help me to forget you

Tell me the reasons why you did not love me

List them, so they reach 100

And tell me your secrets from us

Give me one favor, one human action

Burn for me, once.

T.M.

Love in pain

Of course I like you,

I like how you make me cry

and how the words of your existence spring from my lips.

I like the way you look at me when I cry for you

and I like how you smile when I die,

It is a pleasure not hidden, the way you make me feel when you do not see me and you speak without my name in your prayers.

I like you too much, and it's in pain that I think I love you.

T.M.

The sale

When they sold me love,

I got it for its value cut in half

with promises of sweetness and tears of laughter

it was described in joyful tales and promises of eternity

the sour was there, but I was not warned

and I bought it, I bought a love for a life time and promises of stability

and all I got was thorns in the heart.

T.M.

245 Days

I find myself crying but my cheeks are dry

  and my eyes are burning

and my breathing is contained,

Nevertheless,

  my heart runs far and fast.

And I'm on a carousel with the world spinning and my feet are steady.

I do not understand why the sun shines but your heat I do not feel it.

And there it goes, 

the stab in the chest 

and so ends my days without you.

T.M.

Simple

Simple

It is a simple imbalance

the lack of a step

and your heart dies

that's what happens when the ink dries

and I doubt

I doubt in my courage

and in the certainty of my words

My words are lost in a labyrinth of my mind

and I'm left alone and abandoned in a dark

with the echo of my demons

laughing with familiar voices

and have long arms to stifle me in their consolations

It is an easy action that triggers it

an easy stumble

an unresponsive leg

and my hands burn because I no longer remember how I ended there

the empty bottles

the empty box

and bleeding skin

and still the words do not come back

there is no beauty

as there is no talent

to say what it is like to write what is like living in this world

is simply torturing and being tortured

Your own sentence

there are no rules to learn

no languages ​​to interleave

and there is no salvation to pray

just you and a dry pen

in an abandoned room

waiting for everything to be quiet

just to write,

just to , finally, write

and being able to breathe

Because in how simple it is,

is that we understand that writing

it is freedom from our guilts and penalties

and it is dirty and macabre

and it's simple

T.M.