It all happened in a moment.
I caught a glimpse of you, I gazed
into your eyes and saw galaxies.
In a moment I loved you and
in a moment you were gone.
I swear I heard my soul whisper in my
ear: “You know him because
I met him in a different life.”
I wrote about every feeling I had for you,
no matter good or bad. Everything you ever
were and are to me is in my poetry but this
desire, this immense wish can best be explained
in Spanish: Tengo ganas de ti.
Follow me into the dark. It’s not as scary
when you aren’t there alone. I’ll show you
the tricks to get around without making a
mistake, I’ll have your back so you don’t
have to look back. I’ll get you through the
tunnel, I’ll escort you to the light. It doesn’t
matter to me if we won’t be able to stand
together in the sun as long as you’re finally alright.
I thought that getting over you included
ending up in someone else’s arms in the end.
It happened and now I realized that no one
will feel the way you felt, touch the way you
touched. And I don’t know if that is good or bad.
There are lyrics that don’t get to you.
There are songs that hit you right in the heart.
There are verses that depict your life.
And there are words you left unspoken because
you were scared they might tear you apart.
I woke up in the middle of the night to
find you there, lying on your stomach,
a beautiful sweet dreams smile, legs slightly
apart and your arms underneath the pillow.
I just wanted to make sure the noise of the night
doesn’t wake you up. I just wanted to wrap myself
around you like a blanket to make sure you were
warm enough. I just realized I want to kiss you
goodnight every night.
You were so peaceful and I just gave you a kiss
on the back of your neck, making sure I don’t
disrupt your dream. As I closed my eyes I felt
your arms wrapping around my waist and you
said: “My dreams are always about summertime
because you are next to me smelling like coconuts.”
– There was no one after you – she said.
– Why? – he replied.
– Because after you I was scared of people leaving. I can’t put myself through that again. If someone ought to break me I rather it be you – she whispered as she fell into his arms ready to have her chest ripped apart by the same man who once worshiped them.