Thursday, June 15, 2017

Spectator

Nowadays we share nothing
but space 
I remember how easily we exhanged
empty promises
that now float around us
I do not feel
anger
or 
sadness
but I feel like
I had to become shallow
in order to fit
in this reality 
and 
an abudance of people
sharing your love
playing their roles
smiling
you never made me smile
except for
the days when I dreamt
how it would be to be with you
but I didn't know 
it would hurt 
that 
much
and I never knew
that you would want to 
kill me
and I never imagined that I would want to
survive
 

Thursday, June 8, 2017

Limbo

I will never demand
for
much
but if you decide
to offer me
something
please don't take it back;
for I have been deprived
of the simplest things
as have all of us
 
But I cannot bear
to hold on to
frivolous words
of no value
to you
that mean the world
to me;
because the pages cannot be erased
only torn apart
and I already feel old 
and I think
once again
of burning
the book