Routine

I leave my torments behind

the moment I get bored of them

and they got tired of my contempt,

now we are alone

wishing to be together again

knowing that we are bad for each other

but being the poison we know, we return

T.A.

Cleanse

You persist in my dreams, although I beg the heavens to cleanse me of you, and yet every day I still wake  up with your name in my skin, and it is a joke of irony when you echo in my life in the distance of countries, I could call it unfair, laughter of fate and sweet torture, however, I know that is slow and blind eyes the ones that found the truth of denial a day too late, being them the true culprits of this crime known as love.

And there are no steps that give me back the lost time, so demons, gods, and angels, if you read me, free me, take my love from me and let me sleep.

T.A.

Sometimes

Sometimes I miss you more than I should, where it exceeds the cells that make up my body and I think I make the people around me drunk with my memories.

In those moments I see in their eyes the reflection of your eyes and it isn’t it hurts to breathe, it hurts to move, to think, to exist, and to live, my soul hurts.

And I have, I have to close my eyelids and see lights in the darkness so I can’t recall the taste of the sorrow and the oblivion that is always behind my tongue and in the way of my throat. In those times where sometimes it is an overdose, I lose control of time and space and I find myself in the bench we talked for the last time, with red eyes and tired legs, without memory of what I missed.

T.A.

Revenge

Be fast, with sharp teeth, strong legs and an awake mind, be the nightmare of their dreams, make them regret every word and every raised hand, spit the blood from your lips, wear the torn jeans with the angry shirts, kiss the wrong person 10 times and another 10, if they wanted dreams, dance in the ashes of these, you don’t owe them the world when they destroyed your stars, you owe them their tears and their shames, with their lies and omissions, you owe them every small minute from your life that they took and changed, give them fire and burn their principles, don’t tell them their truths, show it to them with alcohol in your breath and your wear down Converse, so it hurts them and leaves them with wound and you just smile, smile and tell them that’s how you felt. 

T.A.

Feelings

Oh, how difficult feelings are, you want him to leave but you fear for the day that is approaching. And they are a complication that that word could never enclose the labyrinth in which they hide.

And if you could, if you could you would say it, but your lips move slowly when your mind is swift. And you hurt more than what you seek, you hide your warmth in the darkness of your solitude.

You wish to reason and control, thus letting him understand how you feel. But you remain silent and time slips away while you ponder your dilemma.

T.A.