Sobre mañas.

Con el afán de vivir y no querer dejar que las cosas se mueran inconclusas buscas darle vida a soplones a todo lo que has matado a puñaladas sólo para encontrarte con semillas muertas que algún día estuvieron dispuestas a nacer pero ahora no muestran más que señales de querer florecer en otros terrenos.

Adiós, modulación de voz.

-"WHOA!"
-"WHOOA!"

I guess

It's about time I gather up the courage to
start running in the other direction every time I see you in the hallway.

American Pastime

If you and I were like a game of little league we'd line up afterwards to say good game, but that assumes that everyone would play fair or that the rules we use will be the same. I think we know that's not what will happen you threw too close when I was up to bat or I'd be sitting down in right field with my glove off collecting dandelions in my hat.

I'm not cut out for the major league.

If you and i were soldiers in the battlefield, we'd miss each chance to understand and screaming at each other foreign tongues and waving guns, when all you'd want was to throw up your hands. And if I had you on the ground to make you surrender all your rounds you'd be so fast as to comply but in my fear and in my haste your willingness I would mistake
as you quickly reach in for your knife.

I'd crack for bullets across your spine.

On second thought...

No, fuck you, that was fucking rude!
What the hell were you thinking?
How could that possibly be ok?
Why should I put up with that kind of shit?

Would you like it if I made you go through that kind of shit?
You'd be as angry as I am right now.
Good luck getting to sleep when you're thinking about that.

Even if I trust you, what was the point of that?
How did you think it'd make me feel?
Did you even think about it?

You didn't even try to call.

Fuck this shit, I'm angry and I have every right to be motherfucking angry.
How could you not overanalize it and blame me for doing so?
Would you like it?
Jesus fucking Christ, it's like you're growing blind to consideration by month.

It's not just me who should feel thankful!

A mongrel raised by Bright Eyes.

It's not only life, love is too, unfulfilling at times.

My care to trust is broken beyond repair.

Is it just me that's broken, or is my lack of trust backed with stereotypical merits awarded to your specific sex?

Am I delusional? Am I rightfully so?

A veces siento que mi futuro va a ser frío y feo por que vengo de un pasado de estar bien acompañada sin saber ser propiamente agradecida.

Mi entorno social me ha enseñado que no se puede creer un testimonio optimista sobre una situación obscura, siempre es mejor tomar la ruta pesimista. Creer siempre en el lado negativo de las cosas y que nada malo nos tome realmente por sorpresa y aunque no se sostenga más evidencia que la imaginación del jurado nadie puede ser inocente. La gente cándida en entornos así de viciados debe estar llena de valentía porque para todos los demás siempre es más fácil dejar las cosas en las que queremos creer a un lado; abandonar nuestra fé y nuestra capacidad de confiar y dejarnos vencer por nuestros demonios internos.

But if push comes to shove...

You handsome devil!

I crack the whip and you skip
but you deserve it.

There's more to life than books,
But not much more.

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Wether you valued it at 10 or 1000
Wether you spoke of her with love
or of me with spite.

Wether the times I looked for/found him were many or few.
Wether or not I stayed in that room for more than five hours.
Wether or not you were with me when you payed for the vile.

Wether I took the blame or not, for naught.

You are
and will remain
a distant cry that needs only to be wept, heard and forgotten.

You vulgar boy, love doesn't sprout from speech but from actions.

I'll go build my nest of illusions in the embrace of a warmhearted animal
while you feast in the mud and wait for your flood of mutilated dreams and bodies.
Your lack of love will grow into a swelling void of nothing in your chest,
and kid, there's no cure for that kind of tumor just yet.

Feed. fed.

What a lovely way to burn.