Don't
forget
the struggle.

To loves that could have been but never were

Hello Lover,

Soft glances over broken bottles
you're getting ready to leave
with the morning air
and I can't stop you
and I can't watch you.
and I can't hold you
back.
because you can't hold back
what isn't yours.
and you certainly were never mine.

sometimes I wonder
if I myself,
was ever mine.

But lover,
that misty morning
in December last year,
or decade,
when our lips brushed
and our bones gasped in wonder,
under the warmth of two hearts of stone,
that moment,
when the universe collapsed
and reformed
in the blink of your eyelids,
that moment,
is mine.

Like the countless others,
when the globe stopped revolving,
to admire
two cold beings
on fire.
All those moments,
that history books have forgotten about
all of them,
are mine.

My mother had taught me
in 2nd grade
that you can't hold on
to anything at all.
Because holding on is sad
it takes away
the ability to live,
and dream
and allow happiness
to enter.

Maybe that is why,
I've learnt to let go
more than to hold tight,
and sometimes,
when the wind asks me,
about the lovers I lost
and the loves I didn't hold close,
I laugh, but do not respond.

I can't tell the wind
or the howling voices
of the universe,
that I've made museums
of human beings
inside me,
colonies of the ways,
they've formed me
live in between my skin cells
and every time
a new person decides to leave
I make a home for them
in the vacant galaxies
of my lungs

So that every breath I ever take
from here on,
smells a lot like,
them,
the loves that could've been
but never were.

Mira

Recuerdas los días oscuros? Los días en los que incesantemente rompías tu propio corazón, una y otra vez? Recuerdas como tuviste que dejar la poesía a un lado durante un tiempo porque las metáforas se apropiaron de tu realidad? Cargabas un ladrillo en el pecho y costaba trabajo respirar. Hasta las catarinas eran capaces de generar en ti un aguacero y te carcomía algo desde tu centro. Los días en los que tus raíces se desprendieron y tu sangre hervia. La incineración duele, y el renacimiento también. Pero mírate ahora, con tus ojos deslumbrantes y tu sonrisa guerrera, y tu mente, mas fuerte que nunca. Mira como brillas, después de la tormenta. Mira como pulsas. Mira como flotas. Mira, mira, mírate.

Some nights I wonder
how much of me
you gave to her.

The hardest thing

One of the hardest things 
you will ever have to do, my dear 
is grieve the loss of a person 
who is still alive.

Life after Death

You left

and I died, 

but at least
now I realise
that there is indeed
life
after
death.

Wild horses

I'm a dreamer,

but it's hard to sleep when your head's not in it. 

I've been restless cause you disappeared and that's all that's missing. 

The Earth is loose under my shoes. 

There's an angel and he's shaped like you, and I thought I knew him.
There's a window and it's dark inside, but the light was in it. 

This can't be love if it hurts so much, 

I need to let go

I will survive and be the one who's stronger, 

I will not beg you to stay.
I will move on and you should know I mean it, 

wild horses run in me.

I remember how we danced so close, I would stand on your feet.

And the phone calls that would last all night, 

they were lifeboats to me.

Our fading scars just shooting stars,

they're here, 

then go.

Our human hearts forget how strong they are and they get lost along the way, 

hey it's not giving up, 

it's letting go,
and moving to a better place.

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