It bothers more than a bit this hello-goodbye game you started to play. Since that one night we talked too much things have got weird. Well, as if everything about us wasn't weird enough. It bothers me more than a bit the fact you don't even seem to care. Maybe I was right on my first thoughts about you. But why did you make me think I was not? It bothers me more than a bit I'm still too naive to play this game with you. And I think it's the kind of game I prefer not learning how to play. Even if I got the best coach.
a photograph of you
I don't have a good camera, so I write about how I see you.
quarta-feira, 15 de março de 2017
quarta-feira, 1 de março de 2017
i took the wrong road
I catched myself thinking about why we still don't have a song for us. It's kinda weird because I have a song for each person in my life. Or so. My first thought about it was that maybe I turned out to be just tired of this romantic way to see life. But it's not that. Well, yeah I'm tired of this bullshit but it's not the reason why we don't have a song. I think it's because I never took us seriously until I realized it was too late. I always thought it, us, won't last that much. I bet you also thought that. I never minded to pick up us a song because it seemed to be a silly thing to do for someone who was not that important. Then we made it looks important. Big big mistake. We shouldn't. We ruined everything. We just ruined our lives. How come we didn't realize it before it was too late? What are we gonna do to fix this? We let it last long enough to be so late to turn back. We built a bridge on the wrong river and now we see ourselves forced to cross it. Please, don't mind if I just jump into the river. It seems to be the only right thing to do.
domingo, 19 de fevereiro de 2017
sometimes i get overcharged
I thought it would take a couple of days more until we get to this point. Silly me, I guess. I should know. Yes, I should know from the beginning. In fact, I should have kept in mind my Joely-complex. It's always for a kiss, it's always for a smile. It's always a little painful. A little less each time. Will there be a day it won't gonna hurt anymore? I hope so. Maybe I should be more like Clem. In fact, I should have kept locked my Joely-complex.
segunda-feira, 13 de fevereiro de 2017
i was never faithful and i was never one to trust
You weren't the first one. Before you there was him and before him there was my favorite one and before him there was the first one. I truly once believed that after the first one there wouldn't be no one else. His eyes almost made me stay. It took me a while to get back to the normal days. Then I was surprised by the delightful touch of the next one. He quickly became the only one I would ever wanted, even if it would be like that: time to time. And everything was under control till that night the Cheshire Cat showed up. As Alice I was took to Wonderland but I knew I should come back. So you came and dragged me into my madness. I couldn't have anything under any control anymore. Maybe I never wanted things being controlled, maybe I was just waiting for the breakdown of sanity. You know there was the one after you. And now there's the one that will replace you.
terça-feira, 10 de janeiro de 2017
you can never ever leave without leaving a piece of youth
I decided to get back to writing because I realized that feelings had not left me as I once thought they had. That one night under the Cheshire Cat Smile made me feel that there was still warm blood in my veins. But then there was you. At first you came as the one who would make my blood warmer. You made my heart burn. And so you burnt it. My heart exploded in a million pieces. I managed to save some parts of it. But from now on I have to bury these precious pieces in a jar and keep you away from us.
sexta-feira, 30 de dezembro de 2016
i was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
At this very moment I'm drunk as fuck. I've been thinking of you a lot these days. I think of you even when I'm with him. With the other him. With anyone else. I miss you. I miss your kiss more than anything. I wish I could say that I love you but this would be a lie. I only love your kiss. I could die while kissing you and that would be a wonderful death. Please, don't take this words seriously. I'm drunk. Or worse than that, I'm in love.
quarta-feira, 7 de dezembro de 2016
will you let the fire die down soon?
I'm about to use my strongest song with you. The very moment I left that room I understood I shouldn't have left your bed. He is gentle and kind, but it's your hands I like the most. His arms are stronger but not so strong as your look deep down to my eyes when you're over me. You spoiled me with all that kissing game and it really upsets me that he definitely can't act the same. He talks too much; you are a good listener. I'm scared to death that you will never let me in again. You should know I only love him because you can't love me. If you could, I would be tied up to your bed forever. I would never leave your room.
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