3.44 a.m

So I hated you and wrote you a letter. Then I hated her and wrote a few more. Seventy eight letters later, I know I hate the world. But nothing changed.It still hurts. I still care about you and you still care about her, and I'm still a fool for you. I could pretend that I didn't estimate all the time that I still had left with you, but it wouldn't make it hurt any less.

A broken heart hurts just as much as two broken legs. I want to walk away but I don't think I can.

You pulled the trigger

And watched me die,

But I can't help but feel like

I was the one handing you the gun

And sitting back down

Waiting for you to do it. 

                           

                                            a ghost.

0.47

Eu sei que dizem que somos feitos
da mesma matéria que as estrelas,
mas cientificamente falando,
cerca de 75% de mim é água e o que resta,
suspeito que não seja mais do que um aglomerado
de medos, dúvidas e saudade.

E eu pergunto-me se as estrelas também choram
até lhes restar apenas 10% de água no corpo,
e se dormem mal à noite porque têm medo,
ou se, como eu, duvidam do mundo,
e se a saudade também lhes dói mais
quando respiram fundo.