La Flaca

Las Tortugas y Yo
2021-08-22 02:13:17 (UTC)

I am poetry and he doesn't know how to read.

Even if you don't know it, I invented your name, I never write my name on the envalope so I don't leave a trace, my bed screams cold when you are gone, when morning arrived I didn't realize you where always absent. And I miss you! I miss our conversations, even if you don't know it we hated eachother and loved eachother in the same way, this week I thought about kidnapping you, I saw your picture before going to bed, I want to see you, talk to you and make you fall in love with me, yet your never there. I hope you can never forget about me, your like a nightmear in my head always knocking in my thoughts. I wish I could keep you yet I can't this will be the last time I try to reach out, even though I miss you every time and I struggle with your thoughts I know time has come to let go of you, your memory, your smell, the touch of your lips on my skin, must go now. I am to fall in love all over again with myself, with my spouse, even though our love lenguages are so difrent. I am poetry and he doesn't know how to read. So I must find a way to have him learn to read my smile, my body lenguage and the things that come natural to him.