There are those Cordoba streets that I can no longer look at

my sight always skip buildings when my hearts hears your voice in the clouds

it leaves me a heartbeat away from a panic attack and My Love you were supposed to be a distraction

but in a cockroach way you buried yourself in the corners of my skin. 

So I avoid everything that has your mark and thus I become a beggar 

of these spent bubble gum flavored words because I can't say your name

without feeling 

every lick

every touch

and 

every breathe

in which your smile has enchanted me.

So I avoid everythings that comes with Cordoba 

because

I can no longer hold my breath every time your scent takes flight,

I can no longer cross out every street in which you have kissed me,

nor can I cut my ear to prove my love. 

And that's why I no longer call anything by the name we met. 

TA.