Let me talk with myself

I feel pressured by a dumb feeling,

strings pull me from different sides,

I want to break me to pieces,

I Do not look the same

and my love usually leaves by itself.

I want to close the windows,

I want a breeze in one direction,

close the locks

and not have more than one option.

I walk in deep circles 

my bones sound,

my body is drowning,

and yet I still do not understand you or... I do not understand myself.

Falling slowly,

I see the clouds pass,

without wings that make me fly,

It waits me a lonely drop into the glass of alcohol,

Since yesterday I felt me there,

Since yesterday I saw me there.

I want to see,

I love you,

while I let you go

and I want to forget you.

Once again, let me talk with myself,

writing me, reading me,

feeling me and hurting me,

but let me do it.

Mariano Avilés Cisneros 12/9/2012