Goodbye. I'll miss you.
About Me
- Bourne
- I come from a small town, enjoy laughing and being the weird one to help others smile. We should hang out sometime.
Monday, May 29, 2017
Monday, May 22, 2017
I can't help but wonder who will leave me next. We've already lost one guy from the platoon. It was sudden. I guess everybody leaving is always sudden, that's life. Life is pain, anybody who says otherwise is selling something. Sometimes I feel the stars and moon, the sunrises and sunsets are all I have left. I mean memes have pretty much stopped making me smile. I only chuckle a little bit on the inside on especially funny ones. All the rest I just don't find funny anymore. I guess I'm depressed. Hopefully most everyone else doesn't know it, I couldn't stand the pity or the "go out and fuck some hoe and get over her" 'advice'. She's the one. She's the one and I fucked it up. She says she needs to find her. That's always been the "I pity you and don't want you but I want you to think you have a hope rather than kill yourself" excuse. She gave me hope so She wouldn't blame herself for me dying out here. She sure as hell doesn't want me, I don't know why I ever dreamed otherwise. She's wrong though. I wouldn't kill myself. Me dying like that would be too much of a bother. If I die it's because I get the chance to throw it away for somebody else. Derek knows it, but he knows me best out of everyone here. Ruben probably does. He saw me break down when it happened. He saw the pile of self loathing torment I am. I'm afraid to laugh. I'm afraid to feel. I'm afraid to dream. I'm afraid to hope. Life is pain.
Tuesday, May 9, 2017
I'm not over you. I won't be over you.
Every night I look up at the stars and miss you. Do you see them? Do you remember our stolen kisses in the moonlight? I watch the sun rise and I watch the sun set, yet all I see is you. Through the long hours of the night I think of you, of how you complete me. My sleep is filled with your laugh and how sweet you are in my arms. My heart is sick for you.
Sunday, May 7, 2017
One of those stones
Wednesday, May 3, 2017
Tuesday, May 2, 2017
Friday, April 28, 2017
Tasted eternity in her kiss
My belly home to butterflies
It's her I truly miss
Her arms are home
Her laugh the sweetest melody
The most loved goddess of Rome
Her name, my threnody
Alone, I now wander
Damned to ponder
The heart grows fonder
Her love I did squander
Left to my thoughts
Self loathing
Animus rots
Solace brought by no thing
Telling constant lies
"I'm fine." "Everthing's okay"
I'll rest and never rise
Not this day
She feeds me false hope
Dares me dream of tomorrow
Wants me to cope
All I feel is sorrow
Death would be such a sweet release
No more feeling
Eternal peace
Emptiness so appealing
I am but a husk, hollow
Why continue on?
A bullet to swallow
All that is good is gone
Wednesday, April 19, 2017
Friday, April 14, 2017
Tuesday, April 11, 2017
SI TÚ ME OLVIDAS
QuIERO que sepas
una cosa.
Tú sabes cómo es esto:
si miro
la luna de cristal, la rama roja
del lento otoño en mi ventana,
si toco
junto al fuego
la impalpable ceniza
o el arrugado cuerpo de la leña,
todo me lleva a ti,
como si todo lo que existe,
aromas, luz, metales,
fueran pequeños barcos que navegan
hacia las islas tuyas que me aguardan.
Ahora bien,
si poco a poco dejas de quererme
dejaré de quererte poco a poco.
Si de pronto
me olvidas
no me busques,
que ya te habré olvidado.
Si consideras largo y loco
el viento de banderas
que pasa por mi vida
y te decides
a dejarme a la orilla
del corazón en que tengo raíces,
piensa
que en ese día,
a esa hora
levantaré los brazos
y saldrán mis raíces
a buscar otra tierra.
Pero
si cada día,
cada hora
sientes que a mí estás destinada
con dulzura implacable.
Si cada día sube
una flor a tus labios a buscarme,
ay amor mío, ay mía,
en mí todo ese fuego se repite,
en mí nada se apaga ni se olvida,
mi amor se nutre de tu amor, amada,
y mientras vivas estará en tus brazos
sin salir de los míos.