Raquel Escrich Rincón

If never a day comes where it finds itself as a token of gratitude.

An offer of what a tender forever could accomplish.

I no longer expect others to watch over my heart as they would their own.

Under the cloak of a silent indiscernible violence, the emotional self-maiming which takes place unfolds at an alarming rate, one that even the most devout masochist would plead mercy.

Some, to no fault of their own, being to see misery as religion, and the act of infliction, either self induced or brought upon them, as a rung to climb to reach a long awaited pleasure.

Pain becoming the necessary evil, a test of emotional endurance to see if they are truly worth harboring the prize of genuine, healthy love.

Please, do not mistake my battered tendencies as a reason to keep pummeling.

I wish not to be bruised more than what has already been made visible.

Preserve this heart, my heart, in a most pristine state.

I wish not to send bitter farewells or turn away unsuspecting bidders, who come bearing beautiful smiles, and a trusting set of hands, a tarnished greeting.

I cannot foresee the man I become if my heart suffers another fracture.

Of the rainbow

Hidden 'neath my skin

Hearts have colors

Don't we all know?

"Red runs through our veins

Feel the fire burning up

Inspire me with blood

Of blue and green

I have hope

Inside is not a heart

But a kaleidoscope."

"Me atormenta tu amor que no me sirve de puente porque un puente no se sostiene de un solo lado."