A small poem, as I need to write to get rid of certain things from my system, the facts are like demons that are released through the word, in my case writing, orders and cleans me, I know it's not erotic but I think they're already used to my natural... Thanks.
Let's leave memory to gather the pieces of this and form a story.
With fragments of your verses and my credulity,
and I know that the memory of my laughter will resonate like an echo on some lonely night,
and you'll feel on your neck the kisses I used to give you,
in my body their hands will tremble outlining scenes as they remember.
And memory will bury pain and create something memorable from us, we wouldn't accept anything less.
And there will be so many lies...so many claims left in the past...because maybe in another life it would have been our turn.
But the night I met you, when I truly saw you, I knew that all my decisions were correct.
I ran to your arms, grateful to be loved, and kissed you as I hadn't done for a long time, and remembered how it was to feel...
And your facades crumbled and your arguments fell apart,
maybe you needed more from me, maybe I knew you were a pathetic character.
And now I see her in the same place where I was, and I feel so much pity for her...and myself.
I see her believing your lies, I feel nauseous.
Because now you say you want her, when you used to call me my love...
You kiss her lips still thinking of our fire, that one you miss very much against your will.
And memory will do the rest.
You'll be like a repulsive image of what love means.
I'll thank each day for having known you and learned from you how sad it is to trust.
Thanks for being what you could be.
And your punishment will be...just remembering me...knowing that there's more between us, and you'll yearn for our moments, passions, fires, my mouth...
And sometimes you told me that everyone ends up hating you...and I disagree, in my case I pity you...
Like I pitied you that night when I wanted to take care of you, that night where you were a somewhat sad version of a man, where I opened my heart to shelter and give you what I could, which was everything, almost gave it all to you...but then I saw...
Hahahaha...
Let's leave memory to gather the pieces of this and form a story.
With fragments of your verses and my credulity,
and I know that the memory of my laughter will resonate like an echo on some lonely night,
and you'll feel on your neck the kisses I used to give you,
in my body their hands will tremble outlining scenes as they remember.
And memory will bury pain and create something memorable from us, we wouldn't accept anything less.
And there will be so many lies...so many claims left in the past...because maybe in another life it would have been our turn.
But the night I met you, when I truly saw you, I knew that all my decisions were correct.
I ran to your arms, grateful to be loved, and kissed you as I hadn't done for a long time, and remembered how it was to feel...
And your facades crumbled and your arguments fell apart,
maybe you needed more from me, maybe I knew you were a pathetic character.
And now I see her in the same place where I was, and I feel so much pity for her...and myself.
I see her believing your lies, I feel nauseous.
Because now you say you want her, when you used to call me my love...
You kiss her lips still thinking of our fire, that one you miss very much against your will.
And memory will do the rest.
You'll be like a repulsive image of what love means.
I'll thank each day for having known you and learned from you how sad it is to trust.
Thanks for being what you could be.
And your punishment will be...just remembering me...knowing that there's more between us, and you'll yearn for our moments, passions, fires, my mouth...
And sometimes you told me that everyone ends up hating you...and I disagree, in my case I pity you...
Like I pitied you that night when I wanted to take care of you, that night where you were a somewhat sad version of a man, where I opened my heart to shelter and give you what I could, which was everything, almost gave it all to you...but then I saw...
Hahahaha...
13 comentários - Memory.
besos y que pase pronto:D
Sobran las palabras.
👏 👏 👏 👏 👏 👏 👏
...y vas a andar esta ruta, hoy,
cuando anochezca.
Tu esqueleto te trajo hasta aquí
con un cuerpo hambriento, veloz
y aquí ¡Gracias a dios!
uno no cree en lo que oye.
Soy un angel de la soledad también... 😇
venga que le doy un abrazo , besos Misko
me mató esa frase...
Desde las entrañas nacidas estas palabras...
te dejo un beso
Cada vez me gusa mas lo que escribis!
Gracias por compartir
Y seras así una imagen repulsiva de lo que significa el cariño.
Y agradeceré cada día por haberte conocido y haber aprendido de vos lo triste de confiar."
Qué certeras tus palabras... tristes para quién están destinadas, pero sin duda un aprendizaje para vos...
"...los hechos son como demonios que son liberados a través de la palabra..."
Sin duda es así y vos los exorcisás muy bien, no dejes de hacerlo!!
Muchas gracias por compartir!
Mimilau 💕
y sentirás en tu cuello los besos que te solía dar,
en mi cuerpo hormiguearan sus manos delineandome escenas al recordar.
muy bueno para los que no sabemos escribir siempre el bello poder apreciar a los que lo hacen tan bien. Gracias