Let's take a walk..

They never asked if it was heavy;

The weight I carry on my back.

Praised for my strength and resilience,

They ignore my foundation's cracks.

I never desired to be strong.

I only wanted to be safe.

Instead of seeking comfort,

I had to learn how to be brave.

They never asked if I was tired,

If my soul was barely hanging on.

It was my perseverance they admired,

Bloodied and bruised, I carried on.

They never noticed I was hurting.

My scars and wounds I never showed.

My head I held high, I took it in stride,

Bracing myself for every blow.

They never asked if I could carry more

When they brought their troubles to me.

They never asked if it weighed me down

When I lifted theirs to help them breathe.

When you are a pillar of strength,

You learn to carry your burdens alone.

No one will notice your plate is full,

When passing theirs for you to hold.

I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,

dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.

I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees."

Loving you is not expecting something from you; is simply waiting for you, in the silence, at night and in the day.

Loving you is not to demand from you, it´s not forcing you, it’s not to put pressure on you, is not convincing you, is not defeating you; it´s to help you to break free from yourself, from me, from it all, it´s to give you my breath, to seduce you without any desire, nor an objective, it´s to enjoy you.

Loving you is not projecting ideas about you, it´s not idealizing you; it´s to see you from afar, from up close, from inside, (from you), from outside, see you beyond me.

Loving you it´s not always being by your side, is not always thinking about you, is not always dreaming about you; it´s to be available for you, it´s to be you, become one with you, it´s to be aware of your dreams, and of mine with you, it´s allowing you to know me completely all the way to the very center of my pain, and of my love.

Ousía Poética and Kumsall Creative Commons (cc)

Amarte no es refugiarme en tu persona; es construir un refugio juntos, con nuestras propias manos, donde pueda caber el mundo entero.

Amarte no es esperar algo de ti; es simplemente esperarte, en silencio, de noche y de día.

Amarte no es exigirte, no es obligarte, no es presionarte, no es convencerte, no es derrotarte; es ayudarte a liberarte de ti, de mí, de todo, es prestarte mi aliento, seducirte sin deseos, ni objetivos, es disfrutar de ti.

Amarte no es proyectar ideas sobre ti, no es idealizarte; es verte desde lejos, desde cerca, desde dentro (desde ti), desde fuera, verte desde más allá de mí.

Amarte no es estar siempre a tu lado, no es pensar siempre en ti, no es soñar siempre contigo; es estar disponible para ti, es ser tú, hacerme uno contigo, es ser consciente de tus sueños, y de los míos contigo, es permitir que me conozcas por entero hasta el mismo centro de mi dolor, y de mi amor.