21/4/20

Free of guilt

I’m easy, I get it
I am a crossword puzzle, bread and cheese,
I understand they gave you a manual and you read  it,
it's alright.
The problem is that you hurt me, you damaged me in the annexes and left me bleeding with a burning in my fingertips. You left without an echo, throwing me in a corner because it was simple and comfortable. 
Its perfect,
It was first love and broken heart,
the books with the music had written about how to treat me and you had the alcohol at hand. Is that there wasn’t a guilt that haunted you so it was accessible, it's great, there is no verdict. 
You left me mutilated and with fewer lives than I had, I had the vocals of your name, the red tea and the marked ribs. You left while I was loving you and accepting friendship, you left me with my rotten roots and growling, and every book took you here. 
As every novel told me to unfold in front of you and to let you,
be my owner and then thief,
that this was love.
Is because of that that you are not guilty, it wasn’t that you were a young person of healthy mind and twenty years of independence, it was that for you there was forgiveness and excuses.
I ended up empty and broken, export to infections and every pain you searched for. I wasn’t useful and with love, because you left with was left of me to hope and wish, you robbed my expectations and strength. Disappearing without giving me a chance at closure. It's your right.
I’m broken, I don’t cry too much but I feel like the eruption of a volcano and I love you with a passion that rivals the sun even though is difficult for me to have your hands on me and my expectation of life are low. I am a being with complications and is in your freedom to pack your bags and go.
It was easy,
It was to rewind the VHS,
sticky smiles and exposed smile,
it was what you had read and hoped for,
it wasn’t your fault that everything was a trick
you aren’t guilty of thinking of knowing the darkness in the ocean,
you weren’t the saviour we both hope for.
It's alright, it wasn’t what you hoped for.


TA.

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