AHH. what?
what is ¨feeling your heart break¨
lump in my throat, i don't want to hurt
i don't want this to hurt
why does it hurt?
to see her come and kiss you on the mouth
your mouth
what have i gotten myself into
not into
into in that i feel this (that i even watch your mouth and how it moves)
too attached too
too
too far that i cannot leave la paz
that i don't want to that you
have made me feel comfortable in a place where i haven't had
one person make me feel quite that, quite tied to quite
roped close to
embraced next to hugging you(r soul) through (your)
eyes in a long time.
what is this, who are you,
why does it feel like
you are just filled with words that i have hoped to hear while in this new frontier that you know that you have no doubt i will return..
thank you for giving
thank you for rubbing my head like a kid, even though
it decisively feels like 'kid' after she sits down at the table
with a chef salad
and so so pretty
after kisses on the mouth.
where am i?
i have wandered into a place...
someone walks in here with strong perfume and everything
fragrant blooms in tune with my mind replaying and resurfacing tone of voice your face
burning while i stare ahead wandering up the sloped streets
you gave me a pack of cigarettes unfinished which i smoked while watching the ferris wheel at night, twice
minutes before you glow at her smile you recite ee cummings
to me, bodies and eyes deep and roses
and god
does god know me like you have tried to?
i should have known, maybe i did, but didn't want to
and not that it matters in terms of knowledge
it just matters in terms of feeling
in terms of my fogged eyes and staring at the bottom of my coffee cup
my upper body feeling filled with heavy smoke
after knowing.
what am i saying.
i have just been enamored. and enamorado, compañero, intenso,
so fucking in your anything but i don't know why
i just know it is so.
passing your apartment why am i passing your apartment
i feel like i am leaking with appreciation
dripping all over the table
and maybe you can see it in my eyes
because you hold them with yours for so much longer
with flavors of truth and i just
am not sure what i wanted, just time sitting and talking
more coffee more time to deny that i am your younger and
maybe you feel like a mentor
and maybe i just haven't been touched by someone
in an igniting experience for so long so that
i forget my watch my place my age my fear
and don´t rush to answer.. (what am i thinking in english what would i say in english how do i say it to you in spanish staring off in the other direction you)
you waited for my responses.
and made that waiting feel like
it was your pleasure.
you said that no one can ever change anyone's life with an article or a book or a documentary, only express what you are and what you desire and need to
things like that i can never forget
the concept of 'changing' life,
of creating deeper richer colors flash through my body when conscious
on the street when you touch your chest
i feel mine ache but with a little more strength
than i have ever recognized
in feeling maybe i lie to myself about what passes and whatever
connection is and consists of, and what is you
maybe you would never know what i meant in terms of your effects.
within my heart, maybe you will never know who you are
and maybe i just need to get up out of here and remember but forget, just a little
enough so knowing you doesn't hurt me and thrill me but feels more neutral
god doesn't know me but you can't take me back to neutral, thus, maybe, maybe some sort of fate or form of god can. for
nothing hurts like not knowing why only knowing this all is so, is is is
the vibrancy of the colors is too much
lump in my throat, i don't want to hurt
i don't want this to hurt
why does it hurt?
to see her come and kiss you on the mouth
your mouth
what have i gotten myself into
not into
into in that i feel this (that i even watch your mouth and how it moves)
too attached too
too
too far that i cannot leave la paz
that i don't want to that you
have made me feel comfortable in a place where i haven't had
one person make me feel quite that, quite tied to quite
roped close to
embraced next to hugging you(r soul) through (your)
eyes in a long time.
what is this, who are you,
why does it feel like
you are just filled with words that i have hoped to hear while in this new frontier that you know that you have no doubt i will return..
thank you for giving
thank you for rubbing my head like a kid, even though
it decisively feels like 'kid' after she sits down at the table
with a chef salad
and so so pretty
after kisses on the mouth.
where am i?
i have wandered into a place...
someone walks in here with strong perfume and everything
fragrant blooms in tune with my mind replaying and resurfacing tone of voice your face
burning while i stare ahead wandering up the sloped streets
you gave me a pack of cigarettes unfinished which i smoked while watching the ferris wheel at night, twice
minutes before you glow at her smile you recite ee cummings
to me, bodies and eyes deep and roses
and god
does god know me like you have tried to?
i should have known, maybe i did, but didn't want to
and not that it matters in terms of knowledge
it just matters in terms of feeling
in terms of my fogged eyes and staring at the bottom of my coffee cup
my upper body feeling filled with heavy smoke
after knowing.
what am i saying.
i have just been enamored. and enamorado, compañero, intenso,
so fucking in your anything but i don't know why
i just know it is so.
passing your apartment why am i passing your apartment
i feel like i am leaking with appreciation
dripping all over the table
and maybe you can see it in my eyes
because you hold them with yours for so much longer
with flavors of truth and i just
am not sure what i wanted, just time sitting and talking
more coffee more time to deny that i am your younger and
maybe you feel like a mentor
and maybe i just haven't been touched by someone
in an igniting experience for so long so that
i forget my watch my place my age my fear
and don´t rush to answer.. (what am i thinking in english what would i say in english how do i say it to you in spanish staring off in the other direction you)
you waited for my responses.
and made that waiting feel like
it was your pleasure.
you said that no one can ever change anyone's life with an article or a book or a documentary, only express what you are and what you desire and need to
things like that i can never forget
the concept of 'changing' life,
of creating deeper richer colors flash through my body when conscious
on the street when you touch your chest
i feel mine ache but with a little more strength
than i have ever recognized
in feeling maybe i lie to myself about what passes and whatever
connection is and consists of, and what is you
maybe you would never know what i meant in terms of your effects.
within my heart, maybe you will never know who you are
and maybe i just need to get up out of here and remember but forget, just a little
enough so knowing you doesn't hurt me and thrill me but feels more neutral
god doesn't know me but you can't take me back to neutral, thus, maybe, maybe some sort of fate or form of god can. for
nothing hurts like not knowing why only knowing this all is so, is is is
the vibrancy of the colors is too much