Poem #2

Sometimes I imagine myself without you
and I get to mourn like an idiot,
but like an idiot who knows why he cries,
and not by any.

To me the world is the same,
since you thought the same.
never die,
or if you die,
take me in your last breath.
I shall not want a life full of darkness,
because you're the star
the reason why I go out every night to see the sky,
to which I tell all my problems,
my anguish, my sins and my fantasies.

Remind me when I have forgotten me,
kiss me encouragement to resuscitate
and embrace all my broken parts.

I've never been so broken
as when I saw you smile,
then yes I knew it was a landslide:
all that remained me afloat, sank.
I never knew how to overcome a fall like yours,
I liked your precipice,
maybe that's why I feel so edge.

It is a dawn of a typical Sunday,
I still think that, maybe,
ours was tripping once,
but the hit was so strong,
that I still have scars on feelings.

It was a pleasure to have found you,
when all that was left was a disaster,
and more disaster,
and much devastation.
In the worst moment comes the best.
the best person,
the best chance,
the best accident,
and my best fall,
was you.

We are not coincidences,
our noses crashed for some reason.
Deep down I know that we happened
to remind us forever.

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Poem #1

She is the girl that America speaks about,
the girl modeling by the runways of New York,
that when she comes out in a magazine,
girls come running to buy it
and try to look like her.

But no one knows the story behind that face
and what remains of that body,
the nights feel like eternity,
and she can not control her thoughts,
she has a rope on her feelings
which prevents her screaming.

From the social point of view she is a skeleton;
from the medical point she is sick;
from the religious point she is possessed by the devil;
from my point of view it's just a girl who wants to scream
and play with butterflies in the garden,
pinch her fingers with the thorns of a rose,
enjoy the childhood she never had,
which was tied to contracts that led to mental disorders
and eating disorders.

Her collarbones demand her to stop!
Her body is too weak to continue.
Her mind is about to give up.
And she ... she does not know how to move forward.
But nevertheless, she continues,
showing her best smile to the paparazzi,
the cameras love her.

"American Dreams" she dreamed when she left home;
"American nightmare" was the only thing she found.

She walks as she can until reaching the station,
she buys a bottle of liquor and a cigar box,
she drinks her sadness and she smokes the dreams of being a princess
from a story that no one knew how to write
or read at bedtime.

She just wanted to be part of a fantasy,
no reality was in her plans,
What girl would they cut their wings?
If the only thing she asked was flying, fly, and keep flying.
She wanted to live in a sand castle,
that she could paint that beautiful blue sky.
She wanted to be her dads' favorite,
and not the favorite of the world.

She no longer stands the pressure of fame,
feels that all she is about to explode,
throw everything off the cliff
and send to hell all this staging.
she wants to close the damn curtain,
don't be in anyone's view,
she just wants to sleep without the obligation to wake up and go somewhere.

Listen to music on headphones,
gets carried to anywhere in the infinite universe,
wait until the morning a message that never came.

Next Day:
she wakes up,
brushes her teeth,
look for a while her face in the mirror,
she makeups her dark circles,
tries to hide all the "same old shit"
she puts her best dress
and opens the curtain again.

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