Page 135 of Wishing for La Luna

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Because I hate being this sober

I need to erase it

The feeling of your hand in mine

The softness of your chest against my cheek

The smell of your hair on my pillow

Your shape in the corner of my eyes

It all needed to go

It backfired

Porque no habia nadie to tell me they loved me in the edge

And instead of the siren sound of silence

I’m drowning in a sea of despair…again

With the siren call of your voice in my head

My heart weighs a ton

It’s dragging my chest down

It’s not meant to be in that cavity because

I gave it to you, but you turned it down

I don’t know how to turn this around

My brain doesn’t know how to act

It refuses to feel another great loss

It rages against devastation

It’s too weak to carry this cross

A veces quiero que seas Feliz

Te amo de todos modos

Otras veces se me cruzan los apellidos

Y mando la razón al lodo

En esos momentos te envio todo

El rencor, el deseo, la ira, el amor, mi amargura, el odio

Te devuelvo el hechizo

Te deseo que no duermas

Y que te levantes sudada

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