Page 135 of Wishing for La Luna
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
