Friday, March 27, 2015

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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