quinta-feira, 25 de abril de 2024


Counting endlessly your absence
And sometimes I ask myself what does it mean
Every shot of reality, every time I realized my condition
I have to deal with the fact that I don't even know what I am waiting anymore.

Honestly picking up the pieces around everywhere
Not much sure if it makes any sense
Every time I bow to get a new one, many others slip through my fingers,
falling again and again.

I don't love you.
But I also don't forget you.
I keep hoping that you can be who I thought you were.

It has been more than an year now.
About five months since the day I decided to erase you from my life.
What the heck, then, that I still check you in my mind.

Everyone else that I meet, 
makes just more clear the things I loved about you.
All the disconnections around me,
all the half emptiness, half interest.
And I don't even know who you are.
Not anymore. Not after all this time.

How can I be sure.
Of anything.

It's just tiring. And frustrating.


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