#acunna

When did I become such a romantic idiot?

When did I grow to be a poet?

( If I am to be called that...)

When did I start to love being unloved?

When did melancholy become my fuel?

When did my motto change and became

‘Lets take you for granted and forget you, then yearn for you all over again’?

When did she decide to overwrite my destiny? 

And how can she live with that?

How can I live with that?

and in the day of my birth, my ex decides to show up

in form of a dream.

Maybe that’s her way of saying ‘Happy Birthday’.

Maybe it’s just my brain reminding me how

she will be present every birthday,

even if it’s been years since we last spoke.

It’s my birthday

Your name may suggest you are an angel, 

but oh, my dear, I happen to know better. 

You are going to conquer me. 

You are going to grab my heart and name it yours, 

and, when you get tired, you’ll toss it away 

and continue with your long lost path.

I should know better…

Although, in the end, 

that is what I fondly desire.                                                   

and all I ever knew was Mars.

You talked about winning wars,

whilst I dreamt of cigars.

You enjoy history;

I’m moved by mystery.

You want to make a name for yourself;

I don’t need you And you don’t really need me. But this is a life ruled by one feeling, So let’s pretend we are in love.

Let’s go to the movies. Let’s eat expensive overvalued food. Let’s fuck to quench our libido. Let’s have fun while we don’t.

We’ll be known as the coldest mountains. We’ll be the tragic love memoire. For those who believe in the one true salvation, We’ll be the tale-not-to-be-told.