Please forgive me. But it wasn’t you.
You weren’t my inspiration. Mine today and my morning.
My desire to laugh. My brilliance. My light
It wasn’t you who had the best of me from the depths of my darkness. It wasn’t you who took me to the dark sky every day to caress the stars.
Isn’t that you? or you didn’t want to be.
And I sleep imagining this starry sky. I’m stealing from my bed, from me, from my memories.
Tomorrow will be another day
The bed is empty. Very high. A lot of space And the sad thing is that it was always like this, be with me tonight or not.
I make an effort and get up so I don’t look at this empty, dark space.
A smell of coffee invades the kitchen. It smells good, it makes me feel better.
I’m trying to memorize it. I don’t even have a clear memory. The images come to mind at a frenetic rate. A kiss on the neck. I’m starting to remember
That it wasn’t you who called me one? In the morning, and a smile broke between all those yawns.
That’s what he trusted me. That’s what he told me forever. I agree who, with a smile on your part, gave me two thousand auroras.
I didn’t ask you that question either
You’ve never been my bet. My desire to challenge myself, my struggle.
Maybe he didn’t want to fight?
Please forgive me
I’m adding sugar to the coffee. I don’t know why I do this, I usually like bitterness. Maybe today I need a truce, something like a gift. Remembering requires a lot of energy. I scramble and hope he doesn’t get so bad.
I think and close my eyes. I don’t remember the heat, I remember the cold.
It wasn’t you who made my body and bed tremble every night, no matter what the dark circles were. Or sleep.
It wasn’t you who, on a rainy day, pushed me into the street and imbued me with smells and sensations.
This is perhaps the most moving thing that’s come out of you all this time, something with a volcanic emotional charge. Something that moves your cold heart. You’re the one who froze that heart.
There were two of us and not one of us. Maybe that was our mistake. This is not the time to look back and ask who was to blame for what. Definitely me. And forgive me, but it wasn’t you.
A sip of coffee. Tempéré. Ett so bitter. Enjoy and remember? Taste of nothing. A taste of disappointment, disenchantment, routine.
Visits accompanied by the simple fact of not being alone. One today with you and one tomorrow too. The circumstances that happened, the reasons ignored.
They’re the worst. The reasons we don’t want to listen
Swirling noises. People, glasses. More people and more glasses. Until the body reaches its limit and we sleep without thinking. Without thinking about you and me, not an “we. “
The hangovers that accompany are less hangovers, maybe that’s why we’ve been through it. Who knows.
I don’t have much coffee left, just a long glass or two smaller ones, and that’s what it’s all about. Election after all? And I don’t know what to make coffee. I never knew.
Maybe you throw the cup on the floor and it breaks into a thousand pieces, then I’ll pick up the broken pieces of pottery and clean the spilled coffee.
Because you weren’t my joy, my dream, my favorite place
You weren’t my desire to go home and disappear into the world for a few hours by your side.
Making decisions has never been my forte. I’ll have another coffee tomorrow. And I’ll save you this little time. Until it didn’t hurt.
Keep the memories to yourself, because nothing else fits in my head
Deep down, we always knew.
That it wasn’t you or me.