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

bad_news

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

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)

hell

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)

young love

nunca pensé que me iba a sentir así por alguien

es como que no sé actuar si no estás vos

es como que no me acuerdo mi vida antes de que llegaras a ella

y no me imagino sin vos nunca

no me gusta esto, esta dependencia extrema a que me hables las 24 horas del día

que mi humor dependa de vos

ponerme nerviosa cuando te veo

y que solo verte me haga feliz

quedarme hasta las tres de la mañana hablándote 

y dormirme con el celular en la mano

despertarme muerta de cansancio y que no importe nada

porque te tengo a vos

y con eso es suficiente.

(si leíste esto pensando en una persona, estás hasta las manos)