Seek For You You, the one that could vanish as a cold breeze I seek for you. You, the one that my head dreams about every night without even knowing who you are I seek for you. You, the one that could break my heart in thousand of pieces I seek for you. Because my mind has a blind side that would tease me every time by calling out to those who are stones on my road, those who won't push me in the right direction I seek for them, and love them when I found them. More Than A Simple Bite I don't really get enough, and most of the times I wonder if I'm like this because, some how, you made me desire you for so long. This random, and very short thought comes to my head when, like tonight, you make me realize we are both the same, feel the same... maybe nothing is ever enough because I'm just that way, but I like to think I owe this to you and what you made of me... because that would mean that if you were able to settle for just one thing, then I could do it too. But by far, I don't get enough... even when after every taste, bitterness seems to eat me as a whole, and my head hurts right before knowing I can't wait to feel that again. The pure sensation of wanting and obtaining, is better than anything I've ever experienced before, and once again... I love the fact that I could say, I'm like this because you made me want you so bad. Like Candy For My Veins
Take these words and pretend they're useful
Use this silence and don't ask for anything else
Let me do what I do best, and be ok with that
Just don't ask for something more that this big lie.
All I need is to fake it works
Time will eat me, if I choose a different method
Just trust me on this, and help me if you may
Because the sweetness of all this is only your silent agreement.
No Nesting Allowed
I apologize if you come for no reason
I'm sorry if for a second, you thought I was the same
Maybe I should have said something
Or maybe you shouldn't have assumed anything
Can't control what you think or do
But can be honest about what I have to offer
and for things to be peaceful
All I have to say is that there isn't much in here
So sure, you can fly near me
I'll be as friendly as I usually am
but there will be nothing in me to give
and you can't blame me for it
The girl you came looking for is the same herself,
but not the one you have in mind.
Trade
How scary would it be not to have these? I wonder if the idea of keeping them makes any sense, or if maybe whatever meaning I rediscover every once in a while is worth the space to storage.
Every time I share less, but I take more... They don't feel they're giving this away, I just take it in shape of phrases, memories, situations, stories to tell, letters to write... I take all this and hang it very close, as my most precious possessions, because the way I see it, I had to give something away from me in order to obtain that. And if I do that... if I choose to lose pieces of me every time we connect, then I make sure I get as much material as I can.
I guess it's my way to feel I didn't waste any time, efforts, kisses and connections; I can't just set them free and stay empty handed. Some secrets must be shared, kept and these cages must bring us all together in some time frame... To remember it was real, to know that with each piece of me that joins them in their individual hanging spaces, we have something that makes honor to that moment of being one.
I own them proudly, they're mine as I shaped them with all the energies I took from the ones that chose, at some point, they wanted to know who I was.
I don't Know Her Reprimo, nadie lo hace por mi, yo lo permito y lo lidero. Reprimo sobre mis ideas, sobre mis emociones, reprimo con bases y en constante búsqueda de excusas. Me reprimo y oprimo mi derecho a ser, a realmente creer que me he ganado cierta libertad... libertad de sentir y expresar, libertad de permitirle a mis emociones salir a la superficie en forma de palabras. Esas palabras que quemas en lo mas profundo de mi cuerpo, al verse acumuladas y reprimidas. Porque temo de su poder, de su impacto y del sonido diverso que puede llegar a distintos oídos, otorgando quizás perspectivas que por reales, puedan hacerme perder algo que ya tengo, que amo y no quiero ver cómo se aleja de mi. Reprimo con permisos concisos, y con toda la certeza de quien sufre más con tal hiriente acción, presionando con increíble fuerza, frases que se arman solas y ya ni luchan por liberarse. Reprimo creyéndome esa necesidad plasmada en una angustia real, asegurándome que mi forma de mover las piezas es la adecuada y que simplemente hay un mundo más allá de mi misma que tienen a darle formas opuestas a mis ideas. Esa frivolidad con la que realmente creo, podría sostener todo... pero la misma que me muestra ese plano desconectado de mí, lleno de significados tan propios, tan posibles y perfectamente opuestos al mío. Reprimo y me como el cuento, de que en ciertas ocasiones, esto es exactamente lo que debo hacer para formar alguna cruda ilusión presente de felicidad. Gone
They won't leave me alone, as far as I go they are still behind me.
Some have left already, but there's still a few that will come to me
whenever this situation comes back to my current status.
I hate them, I despise them
Because they represent not only this raw memory of you
But all those things that you made of me
All the negativeness I always rejected.
They are silent, but make me notice
And even when I do my best not to look back
They remain near me, with all the dirt you gave them
Ugly feelings, that I never knew before
Ugly sensations, that I wish didn't feel at all
Ugly words, that sound in my head in some dreams
because as you might know well, this unfinished situation feeds them.
They won't leave me alone, even when every day they are less and less
And I just hold myself hoping they vanish soon
Avoiding doing the usual, because I know it would make them come back...
...And I just want them gone,
everything
every memory
every thought
every frame
Gone. Count
1_ I think you knew it would come to this, I think you knew you would need me away, I think you knew.
2_ You are probably mad at me for not being as weak, you are probable mad at me for not staying, for my expressions.
3_ You might not understand, you might think I should of see this coming... you might not know how much damage you did to yourself this way.
4_ For me there's nothing back, for me it's been all erased, and that also I think you know.
5_ But if you don't, if you think or feel like you could make some space to make me stand again...
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