ℭ𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔯, ℭ𝔞𝔫

𝑂 𝑚𝑒 𝑣𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑟 𝑞 𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑙 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑠?

Baby, tengo un nuedo en la garganta por no poder expresar con claridad las palabras de este sentimiento que me atraviesa como un puñal de flechas eternas.

Asi que perdón si no soy abierta contigo, no es que no quiera, no puedo...

No es por ser fría, es por no haber obtenido el calor suficiente en brazos de pasados que me dejaron cicatriz.

Baby, I have a wallop in my throat for not being able to express clearly the words of this feeling that pierces me like a dagger of eternal arrows.

So sorry if I'm not open with you, it's not that I don't want to, I can't. It's not because she's cold, it's because she wasn't warm enough in the arms of the past that they left a scar.

Me enamoré profunda y locamente en más de una ocasión, pero tengo la deshonra de decir que fui la q más perdió en las apuestas. Salí herida con golpes que no pueden ser tapados con maquillaje y que detrás tienen una gran historia de amor.

Salí lastimanda psicológicamente, siendo utilizada la peor de las agresiones, la verbal.

En esta ruleta el cual es el amor, solo se puede ganar o perder, apostandolo todo y teniendo la mejor de las suertes. Desgraciadamente para mi, aquella ruleta es solo una ilusión con la que puedo soñar, y al jugar, más que ganar, pierdo, dándole al jugador opuesto hasta mi roto y sangriento corazón, con heridas y sicatrices que ya no pueden sanar.

I fell deeply and madly in love on more than one occasion, but I have the disgrace to say that I was the one who lost the most at gambling. I got hurt with blows that cannot be covered with makeup and that have a great love story behind them.

I got hurt psychologically, the worst aggression being used, the verbal one.

In this roulette which is love, you can only win or lose, betting everything and having the best of luck. Unfortunately for me, that roulette wheel is just an illusion that I can dream of, and by playing, rather than winning, I lose, giving the opposite player even my broken and bloody heart, with wounds and scars that can no longer heal.

Me queda corto mirarte

Me queda corto tocarte

Me queda corto besarte

Me queda corto el hablarte

Me queda corto escucharte

Me queda corto olerte

Me quedo corto de palabras,

Estamos hechos para mucho más,

para sentirnos, anelarnos, desearnos,

no en nuestro cuerpo carnoso

si no más allá de lo existente,

más allá de lo espiritual,

Unidos como hilos de largo alcance

Que al entrelazarse crean ese vínculo,

Y a su vez, una historia, nuestra historia.

It is short for me to look at you

It is too short for me to touch you

I am too short to kiss you

I am short on talking to you

It is short for me to listen to you

I am too short to smell you

I am short of words,

We are made for much more,

to feel us, yearn for us, wish us,

not in our fleshy body

but beyond what exists,

beyond the spiritual,

United like long-range threads

That by intertwining they create that bond,

And in turn, a story, our story.

En las redes sociales todos muestran un fragmento de las versiones y lo que quieren que los demás vean. Pero nunca termina de ser la verdad completa...

In social networks everyone shows a fragment of the versions and what they want others to see. But it never ends up being the whole truth ...

En un mundo cerrado, existen heridas abiertas.

We are like two housed magnets attracted by our differences and inseparably in love with one.

I looked into her eyes and said "I'm in the shit, you are beautiful, I'm not begging you to stay by my side but please ... never leave me."

For you they may be defects, but for others they may be the most beautiful thing you have, because it is unique.

Put on makeup, paint your nails, curl your hair, run a little more, wear high heels and a short dress, but only if you do it by and for yourself, never for others.

♥ ️ I no longer want anything because with you I have everything ♥ ️