AMANTE DE LA LUNA

Will I ever stop my thoughts

From dwelling in the lost moments?

Or will I grow used to the fleeting

Assurance of your presence?

Ephemeral soul

going through life

Like a wind gust that embraces me

But I can’t grasp with my hands…

The memories you tattooed on my skin

hold me and release me

into the wild depths of your embrace…

And so,

I hold you,

And it hurts…

Like thousand needles piercing my skin…

I try not to glue your words

To the prison walls of my memories

So, the lies in your apologies

Don’t carve a hole on my truth…

How could I believe myself?

When you asked me to come

To a place that doesn’t exist

And you cheated the life out of me…

How could I trust myself?

When you painted a fresco

On my sore skin…

How could I believe that you exist?

When you offered light

But let me drown in the darkness…

The rage that emerged

From my open wounds,

Slowly transformed my hope in sorrow…

And I had to soothe myself

Until there was no more me

Left to feel the agonizing shame

Tainting my soul…

But in the moments of despair,

I learnt to sew the edges of my spirit

With threads of light and moon beams,

And I became whole,

So, the light in me will shine brighter

Than your ill-fated intentions.

Why wouldn’t you ask for my mercy?

Instead of hurting me…

What else will you want from me?

You set a price to my naïveté,

And I paid with a prime.

Broken dreams

And hollow hopes

Made a home in my chest.

I miss you

but it burns

I love you

but it hurts…