Tag: #lovestory

I once made a promise, five hundred days passed
My love had a deal breaker, that ship has crashed
I’ve realized that promise was made to myself
And I don’t know why but my words become spells

For too long I couldn’t stop feeling so blue
I’m suddenly free from the love I owed you
The sheer curtain fell, I can see through the fog
My love saw a prince and now I see a frog

My great one, an angel, pure soul, golden dragon
It all became clear when you fell off the wagon
I built a huge fantasy, such a great a scene
Now I see a man who lingers at fourteen

You had it so easy to fall out of love
Your flashbacks are fuzzy, you see what you want
You long ago stopped seeing the goddess in me
Blinded by my guilt neither I could see she

For years I was living a dream turned to nightmare
Now finally that burden has become lighter
The pain is unbearable, my heart’s still broken
But slowly I see that a window has opened

I’m gathering strength, I will leave you behind
You’re stuck in a fantasy you’ll never find
The cord has been broken, my love’s been set free
In twin flames and soul mates though, I’ll still believe.

 

 

 

 

Remember my girlfriend?
I told you ’bout her.
I started the story,
here’s what happened next:
A monster appeared and
devoured my girl.
‘Twas living inside her,
attacked from within.
I was getting lonely
and trapped in a cage.
This was a new city,
I didn’t know shit.
When feeling so hopeless
I found new escapes,
like cyber relationships
and some fake friends.
It all started slowly,
new music, hard drugs.
Maybe next is salsa,
car races, parkour…
That’s when I developed
a parallel life
where I was “El Jefe”
and I had no wife.
There were now two monsters
sharing the same bed.
A shit bomb exploded,
hurtful things were said.
My girlfriend is gone now.
Time to be alone.
Don’t think for a second
this story is done.

Back home for a second we shared a neat life.
A nice, cute apartment, we were satisfied.
I was the provider, we ate fancy beans.
I wanted to move here, pursue bigger dreams.

Remember the struggle at first when we moved?
My parents then gave us enough for the two.
We shook in the cold just to not pay for gas;
I studied and studied, you busted your ass.

Oh, how things have changed now, you got a good job,
now you can afford to be quite comfortable.
Don’t take this the wrong way, I’m not passing bills,
you’ve worked and developed a new set of skills.

I still owe my parents, I’m struggling a bit,
I try to invest in my training and dreams.
I know, I’m a diva, I’m used to nice things.
Sometimes I don’t want to get dirt on my skin.

I hate feeling angry, and jealous, and mad.
Sometimes I just wish I could go back in time.
There’s things that you have that I think should be mine:
Us going to Italy, Thailand, Japan…

Invest in your “romance”, have fun, yeah, fuck it!
Those things end as quickly as I take a shit.
I know, you don’t know this, you never were bold,
and now in your crisis you want to be young.

I was young, I still am, I did all those things.
Some lovers inspired me to even be thin!
I still have faith in you, you need to believe:
It’s not her pushing you, she’s not your new me.

It’s all deep inside you, you are your own force.
You don’t need this bitch to go out, see the world!
For now I’ll just step back, I have my own plan.
Enjoy your new fancy beans while you still can.

 

 

 

I once had a girlfriend,
I still love her so.
She’s talented, gorgeous,
she’s smart, and she’s fun,
her skin is amazing,
she cooks like a pro.
We dated long distance
For three years or so.
We texted and talked,
no FaceTime before.
Our love was the greatest,
huge dreams and much hope.
We moved here together
and called it our home.
She faced stormy weather
when trying to work.
We’re both educated
in Science and Arts,
but luck shines upon those
who hold a green card.
I did her a solid,
I took care of her,
but then I felt pressured,
things started to change.
Her magic was fading.
She was getting sick.
The symptoms included
becoming a bitch.
They call it “the black dog”
and sometimes “the blues”.
She lived in a nightmare
and now I was too.
I wanted to leave her,
I just felt like crap.
Who are you and where is
The Love Of My Life?
We’ve grown and made progress,
this was just a test.
The story continues,
stay tuned for the rest.

My grandmother died today. It happened early today but I just found out, quite late at night. Last night and today were just too bizarre, spirits wouldn’t leave me alone and now I think I know why. For the past two weeks I’ve just been spiraling down. This morning I hit rock bottom. I feel so betrayed, and I can’t help but feel ashamed too. Ashamed for letting myself end up in here. Betrayed not only by you, but by myself.

There are pacts that go beyond social protocol, the pacts that your soul makes with the universe as its witness. Today, I finally proved my suspicions true, and my world fell apart. Yet again, here I am. Face to face with my biggest fears. Broken. Alone.

How could this happen? You were supposed to love me forever! The kind of love that transcends time, and space, and crises, and bullshit, and sickness, and fear, and change. The only thing I’ve ever believed in my entire life is love and now I don’t know what to believe in anymore. I’m lost.

What else is a lie? How much deeper could I dig and how much more shit would I find? How can you lie to my face without breaking a sweat? Oh, you don’t owe me shit? It’s none of my business? Well, tell that to the fucking universe! Tell it that we’re not one anymore, that you broke us!

 

I tried to be civilized,
I tried to be cool.
But my soul and my spirits
know something is wrong…

I feel hurt, and angry,
disgusted, and sick.
Why do I even tell you
if you feel what I feel?
You can close up your heart,
disconnect from your soul,
avoid all your feelings,
pretend that I’m wrong.
You can fake all the romance
there is in the world.
And pay for her dinner,
“Good morning, XO”.
You’re just recreating
our story of love.
How cute, right? Long distance.
Wait ’til it explodes.
Go on, keep on lying,
you know in your core
this bullshit will caught up
with you and your whore.
Don’t dare to deny it,
you’re anything but free.
We are one, we are one
and you’re so blind to see!