Beauty

Beauty,
is not the perfect alignment of the
factions of your face,
not the smooth but edgy curves
of your hips, waist, legs,
not the perfect flowing hair,
eyelashes so long
they touch my face.
real beauty,
is a smile, teeth maybe not perfect
but so breathtaking,
it makes your heart go warm
with the sincerity of those eyes
and those lips
that even not smiling
make you want to smile back.
beauty is the powerful music
that comes from your heart,
that passion, that fire
that draws people in,
your wishes, beliefs,
that twisted mind
so beautiful, so deep.

Insomnia

I lay awake
facing the ceiling I know so well
The tears fall,
like the furious storm outside my window
and the current of thoughts
like a desperate river
in a rainy weather
that fills my head
My breath is short
the dream now gone
it took the sunshine, it took your face
the face I loved so dearly,
a love that was never returned,
stayed in my heart to torture me,
I guess I'm not worthy of your love.

To You

 To You:

              Years have passed since the last time we talked and dear, I cannot take it anymore. You probably are not hurting, you probably forgot about it many years ago but I haven’t, and even though it wasn’t my fault I do feel like it is because you put the blame on me and now is difficult to take it off. But I have no courage to call you, or to message you, I cannot. Why? You may ask; why can’t you if you were able to do it in the moment of the fight? Because in that moment we weren’t broken, now we are, and I’m deeply scared of what the sound of your voice could do to me. I can’t listen to the voice that used to call me on the phone to tell me funny stories now being cold and distant, it’s already too painful to know that we are distant, that there is nothing there, unlike the others, there is no bridge connecting us, there is no rope tied to our hearts that would keep them together how they should be. I cannot carry with all this words inside of me anymore, and I cannot say that I am sorry, because once I said it to give you the pleasure. It was not my fault, and you can blame everything on me but you created it, you messed it up. I’m sorry, you know, I’m sorry that we didn’t last, and I hope I could go back in time before any of those things happen and I could fix them, so we could still be friends and you would be part of my life. Why am I writing this letter? Because I loved you, and it hurts me to know that I lost a dear friend even though I do not have the strength to try it again, you were priceless and anyone would be lucky to be friends with you, but me, I cannot anymore. After glass is broken it cannot be unified. That’s what happened with me, every accusation was a bullet breaking my glass, our glass, and even though my intentions are not to be friends again, I forgive you and I hope you forgive me to, because we are human beings, and humans commit mistakes.

Someone that loved you once,

Me.

Note: A letter that was supposed to be on a story but I never wrote it so it just stayed there, so I hope you like it :)

Questions

Life is full of empty questions

without answers, left unasked

I wish there was a book with chapters,

that would teach me about this life

How my tongue burns when I lie

  How my heart just loves to smile

and how he cries

most of the time there are

just reasons to cry

How do people fall in love

How does 'I' becomes and 'us'

Why does the sky, so big and blue

can’t give me answers, can’t give me cures

cures to heartache and salty tears

mean words, unwanted fears

How to let go and forget

How to move forward without regrets