Page 121 of Wishing for La Luna
Rio
I ride my bravado all the way home. Like a motorcycle, speeding through the road, making me feel invincible. It’s me.I’m still the one she can’t get enough of.She won’t be able to forget me. I walk through the door, passing Tito’s room, and I hear his laughter and Sel’s voice. And time screeches to a halt like a car hydroplaning to a crash that never stops. Reality wrecks the bubble. They’re happy while Luna and I couldn’t be further apart. In my room, I close the door and face the bed. The empty fucking bed. I spent the night with her, fucked her into oblivion, only to come home alone. To lie in a bed without her, feeling empty and hollow. I spot my notepad on my nightstand and dive for it.
Me quemas con tu cuerpo
Para destruimer con tu indiferencia
Solo soy tu un juguete
Y tu una niña caprichosa.
You pick me up
Then drop me aside
You fill my world
Then leave me to die.
I’m an orphan
Huerfano de tu amor
I’m thirsty
Pero ahogandome en mi calor
Tengo quien me toque
But she’s not who I want
My dick wants to say yes
Pero mi mente doesn’t react
It’s my heart
It refuses when it’s not you
Because it plots against me con mi mente
Y no deja que piense
Y le prohibe que sienta
Until someone tu nombre mienta.
Mami, no le deseo este infierno a nadie
Solo a ti
Le pido a Dios que tu cuerpo llame mi nombre
con desesperacion
Porque sabes que el nunca is going to fuck you como yo.
Y para que te sientas mejor, it’s the same for me.
