cruel

I need a better poem,
a hand into my own heart.
Having a heart is tiring,
golden lotus of sorrow,
the maze of our selfishness.

I will turn off the lights of
our deepest obsessions.
I will remember,
I will remember
putting pressure on your words.
Worthless, the affinity
of pink and green combined.

Colors are cruel, more than words
and more than noise.
"Will you love me at my worst?"
I will turn you into noise.

Egoísta

Yellow blotted paper,
bags under my eyes,
"your heart is like a dough,
you shape it how you want".
Tear down the sun or else,
tear down the stars
and every other sign.

Pick up your bow, son.
Fight them right back.
Stop them in their tracks.

I guess I should've warned you,
I have the arms of a hurricane.
I am a black sun,
a pink sky.

Cruel y egoísta


I am dying.
You would not know.
I watched my cell phone
run out of battery.
I let it die.
We spread ourselves too thin,
bitten a lot,
fought to no avail.
She found me broken;
no harm, no foul.

"He's a winner,
he's a goddamn sinner.
While he dines,
I'm on the wrong side of the day."

"We broke the skyline."
Did we walk back home?
Did you see me outside your door?
I was looking at you,
but you already knew.
Ugh, the baby cries again.
One of these days I swear I'll kill myself.
But don't be scared.
It is glorious
to look beyond the chasm.
Did you even see me?
I did the right thing.
"But forget it."

Súper oscuro y así

"Is it cold out there
in the fields of those memories?"
I created a world for you.
Realize: you are naked.
I created you. Liar.
I made a promise. Liar.

Did I ever tell you?
You shine through the branches.
You are my left lung,
my pink sky.

I am beside your bed,
burning.
I wrote a song for you.
But I left it in a dumpster.
Follow the map I left
beneath your bed.
I won't be there.

I wanted to write a song about you,
but I ran out of poems.
You stole my best words.
I should believe in souls.
Things would be easier.
I should have let you read my notes.

I will not die from this,
"I’m trying to get out
Find a subtle way out
Not to cross myself out
Not to disappear".

"And in short, I was afraid".
“Well now that’s done: and I’m glad it’s over.”
Hollyness, I repent.
Divinity, your white crown.
I saw a wheel covered with eyes.
Dying is blissful,
it is all I ever wanted.
I said I wanted to die.
This was not what I meant.
Nothing worthy to write about,
"I'm afraid you want me to go without/
to return what I've given out."