AMANTE DE LA LUNA

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You talk about love

as if love was a sudden glimpse of luck,

and not the most sublime act

of choosing each other every day

despite the storms.

You used all your excuses to break my spirit,

and you now pretend

that declaring your love

excuses you from all the pain

my soul suffered.

You ask for my hand,

now,

when we both know,

you are the one who closed

all the doors behind you.

I apologize if my sincerity might hurt you,

but I can’t accept your half-brewed excuses

and your withered flowers,

despite the pain it causes me

to know,

that you’ve lost your way…

You talk about my scars,

As if I have granted you the right

to touch the places

where my fragility builds lighthouses

and starry nights.

But I guess I should not be surprised

that you believe my fragility

is a dark shadow,

instead of the tender light

that allows the most beautiful gardens to bloom.

You don’t need my writing on your wall

to survive the solitude

and emptiness of your days,

you just need to open your soul and

let the sun enter…

Maybe love will find its way…

You offered me castles and empires,

when all I really needed

was a love that ignited my passions,

nurtured my spirit,

challenged my contradictions,

and protected my soul…

I love you,

but my love doesn’t save me

from the hurt you cause me.