Tango

Exhausted that everything is in pairs

That love comes with commitments

And help comes with expectations

Everything is a coming and going that leaves you stained in the hands of those who grab you.

It’s tiring to always have to fall back on the same doctrines that 1 + 1 = salvation

That what is needed in the world is a pair that saves them from the sins that weigh on your shoulders.

Exhausted from having to go with that Atlas is singular

That death is done alone

That life starts alone

That the middle is a nuisance to deceive us from the oppressive loneliness

It is annoying how everything you see is a solution where they are caught at the will of another.

In a dependent relationship that leaves you with the emergency number memorized

And it is tiring to go with the explanation that not everything is a shared dance.

Not everything is tango and seesaw

That there is, although it sounds so strange, a loneliness that does not come wrong, that there is a -1 that is worth nothing but is better than continuing with waiting for help to arrive.

May salvation not be eyes that ignore you and only build you to their ideals.

It is exhausting that throughout life what is forced on us is that without another we are a currency without exchange value

TA.