Pieces of heart

I write on Tumblr because I have no one to tell my thoughts 

not that I don’t want to but I really can’t do it 

So I open this website and try to think 

La pregunta de describirme en 5 palabras me costaba 

quería mentir y mentía 

“Una persona linda y ordenada” 

Pero quien iba a saberlo? Si es simplemente una rima

Miré a mis costados y todos sonreían 

 sus descripciones iban bien, miraba la mía de vuelta 

y la borraba 

Vamos, di la verdad 

Cuando te vez al espejo que miras? 

“Una estrella di una estrella”

pero no era eso lo que veía 

Las estrellas son brillantes a todos les gustan sus encantos 

yo soy mas como la hoja del árbol que se cae en el acto 

“Una estrella di una estrella”

Fue en este momento en que tuve una idea 

Tal vez no tenía que mentir 

Do you know the reason why the sun and the moon are never together?

not a long time ago

I was happy but alone

momma told me I was the sun

"you are the biggest shining star"

it wasn't enough but reality?

everything seemed nothing

I had this crazy awful feeling

I was waiting for forgiveness

but when she finally appeared

she wasn't that big

she wasn't that important

she was perfect on my eyes

and momma said "it's not your type"

type? what's that word?

it didn't describe us at all

her little shine it really captured

all the light that borns inside you

"wish I could shine like that, like you"

"you don't want to, it's not the truth

i know the humans, they all think

you are the reason they sleep"

but I would take her mornings so she could take my nights

and imma tell the world

I'm shining cause she asks

not enough? she's leaving

wish I could go

to where she's breathing

not gonna tell the whole story

the ending its the same one

shes away

she's not the same one

I'm just here

I'm the same one

I don't know if it's unfair

but I don't like at all this way

and I miss my sunny moon

same hoped way

In the summer 

I stretch out on the shore 

And think of you 

Had I told the sea 

What I felt for you, 

It would have left its shores, 

Its shells

Its fish 

One feeling, emptiness

Two words, "I'm okay"

Those are three but I don't care make it four I'm counting

I. dont. care

Truth is this

I wait for you

I wait for something, I'm a fool

Just writing rimes is what I have

And I love pretending I'm allright

See? This is it, you read the poem

I wrote for you this Saturday morning

So I'm just gonna count till 5

And wait for you, look up the stars

And I don't want to repeat Shawn's words

Y si algún día escribo sin rimas?

no se como me vaya

no se si sea posible

Vamos, no puede ser tan difícil

es que siento que nada rima

Rima rema son palabras iguales

esto es lo que pasa cuando escribo lo primero que se me ocurre

quería hablar de rimas y termine hablando de remos

es normal lo juro

soy normal lo juro

Solo quiero llenar la página de palabras

unas no tienen nada que ver con otras

pero todas de alguna forma se complementan

y dan forma a este poema sin rima

Un poema que no tiene nada de razon

que se me ocurrió mientras dormía

debería hacer ejercicio

pero que flojera mejor otro día

No tiene sentido

lo se

No se lo que hago

también

pero y si sigo escribiendo

tal vez lo que pase

es que llegue hacia ti

In the woods right next a tree

Held your hand and watched you sleep

And it's true, I know the says

Fell for you in every way

In the woods I said two words

Maybe three but that's enough

And I looked into the sky

For me, this is the worst type.

You have no idea why you are sad so you cannot ask for help.

Why?

You cannot express it and at least for me when I try to explain it to people it ends up sounding dumb.

It's that there's so much inside of me I cannot express that consumes me.

 You don’t get hurt by loving because loving it’s supposed to be something happy. 

You get hurt because the person you love is hurting you. 

The phrase “I’m hurt because I love them” is wrong. 

You are not hurt because you love them , you are hurt because they don’t. 

And this is kind of hard but it’s the truth. 

Love itself doesn’t hurt 

People make it something painful 

The ocean is blue

And the waves are so peaceful

I love how we flew

And you told me a reason

You would never leave

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Truth is, you don't know what makes you happy till it's over. Maybe this exact moment, you reading my post, will be the happiest moment of your life and you don't even know yet (okay my example was a little too exaggerated but I had a point). We don't know we are living a happy moment till it's over and later we remember it. We feel what people call "nostalgic" but I like to call it as "sad true happiness". It's indeed a sad true happiness, sad because you cannot go back in time and live it again, true happiness because, at least for me, when I remember those times I realize that I was happy without noticing or trying.

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Those little moments made my life and I should feel happy that they happened but I feel sad because they are over