miércoles, 16 de diciembre de 2015

♡ a poem about modern love ♡

I think I love you
because I can’t stop stalking your twitter
and I know exactly at what times you tweet the most
and what is your favorite account to retweet

I think I love you
because I can’t stop looking at your photos on instagram
and I know the names of all your friends
and what do you eat for breakfast

I think I love you
because I know your entire family just for looking at your facebook
and i know what your think about politicians and feminism
and what music do you like to listen

i think I love you
and I try my hardest to not like everything you post online
and i imagine what you would say if I sent you a message
even though I’m not going to do it

I think I love you
but do I know you?

I don’t know what you believe in
I don’t know what you want to be in the future
I don’t know what you and your family discuss about
I don’t know what you feel about me

you liked my photos
does that mean you like me?
or does that mean that you like
the way that the picture is taken?

I think I love you
but I need to prove it
so I’m sending you a message right now
to see if you want to know me too

domingo, 22 de noviembre de 2015

you are art

you are more than your body
you are more than your face
your legs
your arms
your belly

you are more than what you eat
you are more than what you wear
you are more than what you have
you are more than what you think you are

you are your brain
what you think
what you like
who do you wanna be

you are a soul
your hopes
your dreams
you are everything

you are you

and you are worth it

domingo, 7 de junio de 2015


i'm afraid i will never feel love again
i think that you might have broke me
maybe is not your fault
but i don't know who else to blame for what i feel

the thing is i should have told you
that i hated you
that you hurt me
that i thought i loved you
and you didn't fucking care

but the only thing i said to you was
that i was angry
and you didn't said you were sorry
you weren't
you aren't

you just can't imagine what i felt
when you said you were with another girl
i felt that there was something wrong in me
but there wasn't

i am who i am
and i thought you liked me because of that
maybe you didn't
certainly you didn't like me enough

i have to give it a proper end
but it's too late to talk to you
so i'm writing this here
and i hope it's enough

domingo, 12 de abril de 2015

no angels

kiss me
hold me
hurt me
make me cry
pin me down
make me bleed
shoot me
touch me
fuck me
choke me 
kill me
break me
make me yours
love me (hate me)

viernes, 13 de febrero de 2015


i hate it. i hate that i need you right now. i hate that you are not even thinking about me. i hate that i need you (much) more than you need me. i hate that you don't need me at all.
i hate knowing that you don't care about me when you are possibly the only thing that i care about. i hate thinking about you and remembering your face the last time i kissed you. because i feel like i had to kiss you not the other way around.
i hate thinking that you only want me for my body, when i gave you my soul.
every fucking little thing that happens to me, i think that i want to tell you about it. i have to remember that you don't care. you hae something better to do anyway. 
i hate you. i hate thinking about not talking to you anymore but i know i can't do it. you make me sad and happy at the same time, how do you even do that?
do you like me? please tell me, i don't want to waste my time.

(did you notice i didn't talk to you all day long? i hope you did because i can't stop thinking about it)