The path went so fast.
One moment became a million moments.
One night captured a thousand nights.
Never allowing consciousness to completely sink in;
never disregarding a second
of the simplicity in a tender embrace
that turned into a slice of paradise.
You seem be everything my classified would say.
Your existence is all I've ever yearned for in a companion.
Never have I experienced so uncomplicated a presence
as I have felt in your arms,
producing a contentment as extensive as this.
So much that I could venture to say
if a flame could be frozen
if eternity could be prolonged in a solitary moment,
this moment,
this flame,
I would extent eternally
in this warm winter night.
Cuatro días mas…
One night.
It was simply one night
of my life.
One of those nights when your mind fools you
into trusting your heart's decisions.
Then, that inevitable morning
after that night.
When I fell in love with a moment,
with an emotion.
Never quite sleeping, but rudely awoken
by that sunshine pouring through the blinds
telling me that the dream,
of the perfect man
of the perfect evening with the perfect man
was only a dream.
An unconscious wish, hope for an opportunity
to find something beyond the body
to find the bond of the heart,
the soul.
Don't just sit there and look away from my eyes,
thought you no longer see the girl you saw
on that warm winter night.
The touch is not present.
The comfort, the tenderness of it all
has flown away in the cold draft
that sweeps across the skin you one embraced.
As I watch you walk away from me
having given me no validation
I catch a glimpse of what I've lost
yet never had.
Those eyes I've never locked my own into.
The lips I have never tasted.
The contentment I have had but a glance at
only to be ripped away
without satisfaction.
You have left emptiness in my heart,
an imprint of the night, the simplicity
of letting yourself feel so much
that the consequences are inevitable
and lethal to the hopes and wishes
of a girl whose eyes refuse to dry.
the tears must stop,
just make them stop.