I still read you between the lines.
Even closing your eyes, pressing on the heart. even when decided to be frivolous and punctual in your few words I could read you discover that underneath and do not forget me not even try. I could even tell you how much I miss you, but it was not necessary to write. Pressing my hands and my eyes, closing my heart I tried to be timely and frivolous, but my fingers betrayed my effort, making it fail.
And like blocks of ice fell memories, desahiciéndose with each salty tear rolled without permission. Shattering my cheeks and opening holes in my soul. I think you keep hidden in the folds of my aorta and my arteries, attached to my shadow, my hands that I write like crazy. It does not hurt, only poisons. And do not kill or destroy illusions ridiculous, or build pyramids of jealousy and disappointment, only memories invade, invades every bit of my skin still misses you. There is only one long thread woven through my steps and your bed, where he belonged, complete yours, where dreams painted on your back and you wrote poems with the tips of my fingers. My fingers still remember the way to your lips, sometimes bleed, sometimes breathless and desperate to sleep. It is absurd that you remember So remember how to touch you and make you tremble. Sometimes I ask them to shut up, do not scream, try to forget, as I have asked so many times in my mind. Sometimes, just sometimes, I wish there were no passed between us, which was the nightmare of a bad night. That did not hurt so much and to stop breathing. Sometimes I only remember the last two kisses from your little sincerity and my patience broken, knew so much a goodbye, you never even noticed between the honey and mint. An involuntary dismissal, a forced goodbye leaving open wounds and scars. It seems that both my mind and my fingers are colluding against me, do not forget, do not even want to try and claim the strong decision I have let you go because you wanted to stay with them, but not me ... my fingers just knew you like yours, only that haunted my mind and fills it with you ... just wanted you to them without regrets or complaints, because your skin is blended with them becoming one, turning yours complete. I wish I could tear my fingers and thoughts one by one, to erase forever the memory of your body, your look and your silence, I wish I could forget myself, stop claiming that crazy locked your absence and torture forever remove that poison slow, which oppress inside, they burn and break the little quiet that I have left.
