Tag: #story

When will I begin
To live again?
One day I’ll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
What more could your love do for me?
When will love be through with me?
Why live life from dream to dream
And dread the day when dreaming ends?
– Joe Sample

It must be nice to be wanted times two
And here I was thinking you finally grew
Suddenly I don’t find you so appealing
That bit of clarity was so revealing

I don’t know what was I so scared to miss
I can see now that there is no abyss
You must think it’s harmless, playing with Cupid
Poor little girl, your new teacher, so stupid

For every picture you send me I think
This one I’m sure he also sent to that twink
I really try to let go and dismiss
I just can’t see myself getting past this

The whole thing smells rotten
I’m sick of your face
Good times are forgotten
You just fell from grace

I too have wings and they’re spreading away
And unlike you, my decisions do weigh
I’m not your spare bitch, on call, at your mercy
Call her instead when you’re choosing a jersey

Enjoy your February, enjoy your March
I’ll wait for April? Yeah, right. Sit and watch!
It must be nice to be wanted times two
Don’t get so used to it, I’m fucking through

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.

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!