Begging for a repeat

I was looking for the opportunity to live again the same year, it was a desire hidden in the sky of a thousand and one nights. In which it was all with the same mistakes and that we have too much to believe to compromise. I would accept the pain, falling into addictions and having new demons, I would let them mark me with tattoos and warnings, to have a repeat of us.

It is that I know what would come from us: I have me running through the streets for you, you would be sitting on three to five benches away and you would easy smile. We are with folded arms and we have broken heart flavour. It is that from this poetry was born, from your fingers on my ribs and your phrases are the letters that I use as alcohol to sleep and write about your beauty. Is that if life were asked of me I would give it at half the price.

In that year we wouldn’t say we lived the peak of our lives and we wouldn’t speak in the plural. I would say that I fell in love like blind into the void, without remorse and all the fingers pointed at me. And even with the fear of certain death and a heart for the thief, it was the truth. Even with negative chances and no opportunities, I would take Palermo with cold tea and stories from the past. I would take me sitting on the sidewalk waiting for you to arrive one to three hours later and I having to kick what is left of your skin on the good days. I would choose us at every moment given because my chest contracts and I cannot breathe. I fall to my knees and hold onto the cold floor so I don't beg you to come back. I know that there will be three to one more to love, that my soul and bones will be broken more than thirteen times. But I also know that nothing will leave me without my will like you. 

I would make the exchange because I am already looking for you even on the days that it rains and I am without umbrellas, or when is a Monday twelve at night and your name is what I whisper. It is that I am a pathetic and demanding being, that will be walking through the streets hoping that we would be in a two for one. But the romantics were always good for one-on-one tango and the crown is for unrequited love. Which leaves me with my head on the wall and saying please, I’ll be between one avenue and the other, missing diagonals and cherry trees.

I miss the magic between you and me, that if one believed the other would follow. We had sweet words as calling us fool and it was that there was no stealing because we did not know about treasons and you liked to whistle. Now I learned how to sing about the green colour of your eyes. 

It's that I'm asking homeless people, neighbours, strangers and cousins ​​about the price of having a second chance with you. To have those winter days in which we did not know where we were going, to arrive in spring and have the pleasure at the beginning of the end. I need you for panic attacks and my legs running away when my heart yearns. I look for you because you had already won and I was in love. I tell you to give me back what you took, and I want you one last time to kiss you.

I would accept the same mistakes, the hatred never said, the cuts in the arms, the manipulation and the possessive with the selfish. I would accept us as we were to have us once again.

TA.