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-Fail-

Not in a graceful way.
No matter how hard I try,
effort will always come short.
My best, isn’t enough.

Fail comes to me in a smile.
In her laughter.
She laughs at me.
She laughs out loud.

Pain comes with failure.
But failure never comes with pain.
Get rid of me…
Forget about me.

Forget the good things.
Remember the worst and good night.
My solution is love.
Trust.

Your solution is end.
Disbelief.
Ignorance is the lethal weapon,
death shall point at us…

Take off your face.
I’ll rip my skin off.
Purify.
Let’s join our skulls and be.

Don’t take me thru that road.
The one disguised of solution,
bright and green.
Deadly and obscene.

Separation is not my option.
Separation is your key.
Separation will destroy all we’ve build.
It will destroy you and me.

Separation is by all meanings my biggest failure.
Overjoyed by this gag order, every single time I try it.
My effort gets tired of being yield at for trying too hard.
Holds on to you and promises he wont let go.

Until,
Still in love,
Dies from your bad intentions,
Hidden in every fake kiss.

-Still-

While the silence has been broken,
I can still smell your nicotine in my skin.
The sin you represent,
Has been cured and forgiven.

You and I.
Once again is a posibility,
Not only in my mind.
But in the cold hearted alley, we call reality.

Once more, your eyes stare at mines.
Your attention is mine.
Forgiving me.
Asking me to draw your face again.

Every 5 minutes,
it’s 2 minutes too late.
4 minutes more than necessary.
300 seconds of me failing to myself.

I still think of my mistakes.
I still believe in your heart.
I still wait for your sign.
I still want to create with you.

Your hands holding mine,
and the time standing still.
Brown eyes against brown eyes.
Lies on top of the truth, while we lay on top of nothing.

In this place, is just you and me.
A thousand souls have disappear.
Four summers ago you left me.
Four summers ago I started waiting for you.

Let this summer night breeze,
be the beginning in you.
A little ending in me.
The past, the present, the future.

For all I know, we are still in that moment. Four summers ago.

-Portrait-

I trace each line carefully,
Remembering that night in my room.
Yellow lights, your face, and that evil look of yours.
Embracing the idea of us together.

(Good bye)

Inches away from the catastrophe,
Of one last kiss.
I’ve stop drawing…
This memory became a dream,
And the dream has become a big white blur.

I couldn’t wake up from this pleasure.
I couldn’t take myself out of this journey.
Why it always comes down to this with you.
Why can’t I just look at you as an absolute?

Feeling is the corner stone of this tragedy,
The one of not being able to understand,
This painful experience ignorance is.
I crave knowledge, the one I need to understand you.

Decisions were made.
Our paths have been separated, by miles, spaces between, because of you.
All we have now is memories.
All we are is dreams.

The only thing we have between each other,
Is time trapped inside our minds.
Memories, doomed to die,
It’s in our nature to forget.

Your face and your taste will be long gone.
Your words, the ones that where so strong in the past,
Will become death handwritten letters, powerless and old.
Looking at the present take place, and destroy the future they once pretended.

Because it doesn’t matter if you’re complete now.
It makes no difference if I’m ready now.
If it’s day or night, summer or winter.
The end of all the new things has become, our reality.

All I have is the image of our happiness.
The color you used in me to describe a feeling.
All I have is the memory of you.
The portrait.

-Triangular rupture of a circle-

I hate the symmetry of my thoughts.
My ideas are squares that fall
Heavily to the floor and fail,
Every single time they try to fly.

Round corners, softness,
Circles and lightness, chalk stroked borders.
That’s my dream.
To break the structure that makes me, and lays within me.
Attempting to kill me, every single day.

I can feel how time is leaving me behind.
Fade.
I can feel how music starts to get lost in the thin air of my ambitions.
Disable me.

The horizon starts to blur.
To disappear.
To break into white, fragile pieces.
Meanwhile, I wait my end.

Bored, and in place.
Structure and I.
Wait in pain,
For that someone to pull the plug.

Misery is just another way to describe this,
Monochromatic and stactic
squared life,
that lays in the palms of another.

Then your round clear beautiful eyes appear.
One thousand apologies,
To life.
I must…

-Now-

Time is a parameter.
Distance an idea.
Both of them make your sins,
Seem a little different in me… obsolete.

Seems like just yesterday,
You where bursting into tears in front of me.
Your apologize knocking at my door every morning.
Failing to its nature, over and over again.

Tonight city lights enchase my eyes.
Air feels a bit thicker.
Troubles are a rock that lies on a sand cradle,
In the back of my mind.

Your smile still defines hypocrisy.
The brown eyes on your face still are,
The easiest way, in me, to define a lie.
And your lips are the reason of my rhetoric.

You are not innocent!
But I guess it doesn’t matter anymore.
My blood of your hand won’t come out.
As the idea of you and me in my mind, won’t either

Disappear.
That’s what I did.
Stop it, kill it, and ignore it.
To bury it underneath the earth, soil my hands while I sit and wait.

Hope it won’t grow again.
Hope it dies feeding life.
Not taking one’s life and ending it.
Hoping… For I can’t take love like that ever again.

Time is a parameter.

Distance an idea.

Both of them make your sins,

Seem a little different in me… obsolete.

Seems like just yesterday,

You where bursting into tears in front of me.

Your apologize knocking at my door every morning.

Failing to its nature, over and over again.

Tonight city lights enchase my eyes.

Air feels a bit thicker.

Troubles are a rock that lies on a sand cradle,

In the back of my mind.

Your smile still defines hypocrisy.

The brown eyes on your face still are,

The easiest way, in me, to define a lie.

And your lips are the reason of my rhetoric.

You are not innocent!

But I guess it doesn’t matter anymore.

My blood of your hand won’t come out.

As the idea of you and me in my mind, won’t either

Disappear.

That’s what I did.

Stop it, kill it, and ignore it.

To bury it underneath the earth, soil my hands while I sit and wait.

Hope it won’t grow again.

Hope it dies feeding life.

Not taking one’s life and ending it.

Hoping… For I can’t take love like that ever again.