é tempo de dissidência

I feel like a time traveler: June, July, August. Summer dissolves in my mouth and I can’t remember what it tasted like.

And he touches you again, For the first time in months. You feel transported back in time Like maybe, everything between this kiss and the last one 5 months ago was all just part of your imagination. And you can taste him again. His tongue is in your mouth And you’re not sure if you want more of him or more of his love. And you know you’re being selfish. You’re being destructive. You’re destroying all effort that you’ve made to move on, Just to feel his mouth on yours again and his hands all over your body. But maybe it’s worth it. This time, maybe he’s worth it.

He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.

Tu, na montanha. Eu no meu sonho de estar No resíduo dos teus sonhos.