La lluvia que no viene en verano

10.38PM
La casa esta vacía
Tengo 18 años,
La casa para mi sola,
Me doy cuenta que odio la soledad
Odio tener que necesitar a la gente
Porque duele más cuando son las 10.30 de la noche y estas sola
Así que lo cierro,
En mi mente
Existen las historias
Para no lidiar con la idea de la lluvia que no viene en verano

Tres estrellas

Veo tus ojos
Mi luz se enciende
Tus labios me tocan
Fuego
La noche muestra una sola estrella
Pero cuando vos estas conmigo
Tres estrellas

Escritora

Ser escritora es ser superheroe.
Escritora es capaz de ver lineas paralelas que la mayoría ignora
Transcribirlas en palabras,
                                                    Ver

Cuento la historia de que aquellos que viven en otro universo
Soy el puente

Entre ellos
 
Y nosotros

Simplemente despierta

Hay demasiado silencio
Y ella
Ella me esta buscando
Despierta!!!!!
Desperta antes de que la oscuridad te consuma
Un fantasma inmortal
Y un amor imposible
Despierta
Simplemente desperta

Mañana te olvido pero hoy te recuerdo

El lo sabe
El lo sabe y estaba implicito
Yo pensaba buscarlo en alguna parte pero estaba implicito
Duele
Me duele saber que ya no existo para nadie
A veces siento que podría desaparecer y que nadie lo notaria
El lo hubiera notado
El me hubiera agarrado si caía Y AHORA...?
Quien me atrapa si caigo?
Si hay algo que se llama amor
Es lo que tuve con el porque yo si lo amaba
Y ahora ya es demasiado tarde
Por favor volve
Temo al olvido
A que pasen 20 años y que no te acuerdes de mi.
Buscame aunque no puedas encontrarme
No me importa pero te amo
Se demasiado
Y las cosas que se me van a matar
Pero voy a morir sabiendo que vivi por amor
Vivi por vos y por mi
Por nosotros
Mañana te olvido
Pero hoy te recuerdo

El final

Su sombra
Una lagrima por su sombra
Sus besos ahora no son mas que un recuerdo
Lo odio y lo amo.
No, no lo odio, odiarle es darle demasiada importancia
Es un vacío donde antes había algo.
Por eso hoy
No hay mas que dormir
No hay mas que huir de la realidad que me vacía.
Porque en la realidad
El final

They sky and the star: Part 2 (final)

We fell in love. It was obvious we would. He was corrupted. I was heartbroken. Two wrongs made a right. We were happy. I know we were happy. He kissed me, and I felt heaven on hell. It wasn't inmediatelly. I cared for him but my heart... it couldn't take it again. Being in love, swimming blindly in an ocean full of devotion. It doesn't matter how he kissed me because now it's too late. But I'll light a candle. I don't want to die in the dark. It doesn't matter how he kissed me, but remember it, and telling you, is all I need. That moment; it changed my life. I left the society. I had cuts in my wrist. And instead of judging me like everybody did, he kissed me. I believe he realized then. Violent passions, have violent ends. We kissed seconds, minutes. It felt different to kiss him. It felt nice. One kiss was all it took for me to be in love with him. But it wasn't enought. I wish it had been. But I was too wrong, and I needed to redeem myself.
HE DIDN'T KNOW IT. He didn't know I was crazy. He cared back. I know this will hurt him. But Darkness, you, told me that if I didn't end it, you could destroy us. Destroy him. I don't want you to do it. So my sweet Darkness. It's done. I'm done.

The sky and the star: Part one.

There was only one star in the night before I met him. I remember you. Your smile, your eagerness for figure me out, the way you came into my life when I needed you. I better not think about you, otherwise I will star regretting the decision that I’m about to make. I’ll be dead when you finish this. I just want you to know that there was nothing I could’ve done. You need to know that this is the only way I can safe him. You’re clueless right? Don’t be. Before I kill myself, I want to tell you a story, my story. I wish you could understand me. In my story I fell in love with a boy, a man. What’s curious of all is that I don’t regret it. Not a single kiss, a single word. I want to die, because he’ll live.

Like I started saying there was only one star in the night before I met him. Even then the universe understood that it was that night where our story began. Even if I had no clue that I would meet him next day, the universe did. The sky and the star, they belong to each other, like he belonged with me. My name is Clarissa and I fell in love with a demon called Billy.

I must admit we didn’t start on the best terms. I had just turned 18. I was heartbroken by a previous boyfriend. I tried to get better, but one night I just got tired of my part in the society that told me I was supposed to be perfect. Everyone in the society is perfect. Those who aren’t, they are destroyed. Not literally of course, but their friends and family they push you away. Billy was destroyed a long time ago. He sold his soul to the devil. I didn’t care anymore. I went to a bar in the middle of the night. There was not a star in the sky that day, but it didn’t matter because like I said our story began the last night. I wanted to sleep with someone that day. Billy… he was my first choice. A lonely guy sitting down the corner trying to forget everything he ever had and lost. I tried to talk to him, flirt with him, showing my intentions. But he wasn’t interested. He told me “Go away little girl”. If I had gone away maybe I would be alive. A lot could’ve happen in that night,  I could’ve slept with Billy, I could’ve go home, I could’ve slept with somebody else. But instead of that, driven by a curiosity of this injured man, this injured black sky, I told him “No”. He turned around, like he noticed me for the first time. I swear of god in that time, we remember. Even if it wasn’t something clear, more like a feeling, I remembered the entire dark romantic story our souls were meant to play. He told me about the time he killed someone. By the way he was telling me, I noticed it was the first time he told anyone the truth. It wasn’t an accident, it wasn’t in self defense. He wanted to kill him. He wanted to kill him because by his death he would ruin others he hated. The problem was that he loved this person, and the people love him back. Her name was Mina. She was beautiful. Messed up Snow white he called her. Snow white had her hair black as night, her skin pale as snow, and her lips red as blood. Mina, had her hair red as blood, her eyes black as night and her breathing was pale as snow. Mina was dying from leukemia.

Billy arranged a meeting with Mina, to treat her as his doctor. But Mina didn’t show up, her brother did. Marcus didn’t recognize Billy, but he definitely remembered him. Marcus was the guy that abused her little sister when she was at high school, and then discredited her version of the story. Finally the sister went insane, believing the story that Marcus told, and throw herself of a window. Billy wanted revenge, and he would do it by killing Mina. But the plan complicated when he met her. They fell in love. He was so devoted to saving Mina, that finally he did it. After the dinner they did with Mina’s family on a celebration for beating cancer, he saw a photograph of his little sister. Billy went insane that night, and while Mina was in the shower, getting reading to face a life without the constant fear of dying, he took a knife and put it inside her chest, several times.

I ran out of the bar when he told me that. I was too scared to talk to anyone, and I begged he didn’t follow me. Of course, after a second of numbness, he found me. I was sure he was going to kill. Why wouldn’t he? He killed his own love, why wouldn’t he kill a stranger? But when he reached me, he began to cry. He was so dark, and so damaged. I could’ve run away. But I didn’t. I stayed. 

Habita en la laguna negra

Puedo sentirlo
Sentir el vacío
Quiero gritar
Quiero llorar
O tal vez las dos?
SÉ QUE HAY ALGO
Algo diferente
Que no podemos ver
Es tan raro
NO ES REAL!
Pero habita en la laguna negra, estoy segura
Encontrame antes de que sea demasiado tarde

Palabras para un muerto

Después de un mar de lagrimas
Por aquel amante perdido
Nace la luz.
Mi alma
Se refugia en las oscuridades de aquellos besos
La seducción mortuoria de una noche diferente.
En mi llanto
El va a renacer 

Mi ultimo deseo

Los amantes giran en un entorno azul
Unidos ante la luna
Caigo en sus besos prohibidos
Antes de ceder a mi ultimo deseo
Ser libre

Besos puntiagudos

Se esta escapando
Pero lo atrapo en mis sueños
Antes de que intente matarme

Anhelo su llegada
Un tick nervioso guía mi mirada a la puerta
No existo
Pero mi lágrima es real

En mis memorias; su rostro
En mis manos; su tacyo
Su melodioso canto
Me persigue en las noches

Una obsesión sistemática
Y un dolor autoinflingido
Cae un abismo
Lleno de besos puntiagudos

Un 14 de julio

Me desperte gritando.
Era un
Era un 14 de julio estaba segura estaba segura
Claro que ahora nada es real
Fue real mi amor por él?
Las lágrimas dicen que lo fueron
Pero no puedo confiar en nada que muestre un signo de debilidad
Estoy loca
Y quiero estarlo
Porque estar cuerda significa recordar
Cada beso
AY dios esos besos
Cada abrazo
Cada sonrisa
DOs te amos
y un no puedo amarte
Era un 14 de julio el día en que debería haber muerto

Duele

Duele
DUele y me mata
Amarlo (porque lo amo)
Me hace caer
No respiro
Mi cuerpo esta muerto
ATascado en el recuerdo de cuando mi corazon
MI corazon
Se rompio

Sentir es mi peor pesadilla

No pude dormir en toda la noche
NO pude dormir porque sabía que las pesadillas me esperaban
Iban a ser lindas
Me iba a recordar del amor que todavía siento por él
Pero después la realidad
¿POR QUE LO DIRÍA?
No puede amarme
Esto es una pesadilla
Y quiero despertar
Con un grito
Se ahogan mis fantasmas
Y ya no siento nada
Porque sentir es mi peor pesadilla