Alone, you’re ice, I am fire.
Together, we’re two extremes.
You’re the ice cooling my fire,
I’m the nightmares waving away your dreams.
I am the chaos shaking your order,
You’re the sense missing to my madness,
I’m the light illuminating your darkness,
I am a noisy storm, and you are the quietness.
You’re my poison,
You’re an addiction…
When you’re not around,
The world brings me to the ground.
I’ve tried to find a reason,
But, with you, I bound,
In you, I’ve found,
My sweet poison,
You break my reason,
You’re my loved addiction.
I refuse to face my heart issues.
I’ve tattooed a smile on my face,
I’ve painted happiness, all over my face.
And I pretend that I never kissed you,
And I pretend that I never loved you.
But for how long can I pretend?
When will it end?
This game of sick and hide,
This game where I denied,
To love someone else,
To be someone else…
To love you.
I’ve killed myself by loving somebody else. It killed me to let him go but did I really have a choice? How long could I pretend to be satisfied from this? From him? From us? I would have been loving him more, I would have wanted more and he would have been running away, leaving me with my sexpectation, my relationshit. I know. He would have. And still, it killed me, it is killing me. I let go a part of me, I let go the one I love for a fulfillment of what is expected from me, for what I thought was a better deal, for a lie, for the lie.
Because, I want the lie, I want to believe one person would love me and me alone. This is what I want and still… It hurts to let the one thing you love, this person that cannot give you what you want but that you love, to let him go. What I want, killed me.
Each drink you’re getting closer,
Like a bee attracted to a flower,
And in a splash of blood, I’ve snashed and smashed our code.
In a rush to shatter, my love has crushed,
In the hurry to hurt, in this blind furry,
She fell, exhausted.
It all started like a fire, an ardent desire,
A burning passion in my heart, a fire…
It all faded like a flame,
Blew away by the wind.
It all went away,
As fast as a candle melts away.
Van Gogh-y graffiti,
Somewhere in Chile,
Where the nights are chilly,
Not far from Santiago,
With many views on the ocean,
Everything is in slow motion.
Smell of the salt,
A cup of red wine,
On the table, sea food,
Music to put you in the mood,