𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥, 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕣𝕖

Es chistos, hasta tragicómico, pensar que los primeros días no lloraba, y ahora, dos meses, después no paro de hacerlo

 Aunque me encante echarte la culpa de todo, tu falta de cariño no fue solo tu culpa;  la culpa fue mía porque la dejé pasar, porque permití que me hicieras ver como que me estaba pasando rollos, que le ponía color, que era muy intensa. La culpa también fue mía por no defenderme. No quiero que pase nunca más

 Somehow I've got a lot to say, 1 hour isn't enough I'm fucked up, don't I?  When will this pain pass?          Just between us,           did the love affair maim you too?  I really ask that question to myself What did you do to me? What did I do to myself?  1 hour isn't enough seeing you twice a year wasn't enought kissing you wasn't enough I wanted more but you didn't want me. You couldn't say you loved me I did, many times but you left me there waiting filling those pieces of silence for you. You loved to talk but not to me. You were proud of being honest but you couldn't be honest with me; only with the rest but me. It hurt, you know?  knowing my words weren't important for you knowing what I said wasn't real was because of love,  of emotions, of feelings,  because you couldn't trust feelings,  and that was me.  Were they too warm for your heart?  Who did hurt you so much? I tho...