After all this time?

I think I'm going to **** you until the end of time,

when my voice has lost its tone,

when my legs have no more strength,

when my eyes can no longer see,

and my arms can no longer reach you.

I think I'm going to cherish you in my memories,

when no one meets my standards,

when no other person can dry my tears like you,

when no one else can make me forget,

because after all these years, you are still the one I long for.

I think I'm going to keep all my words,

and I'm going to preserve all my truth,

I'll try not to blame or mistreat myself,

I'll try not to hurt myself,

thinking about how I wasn't enough for you.

To think that maybe if I were skinnier, prettier, funnier,

you would have stayed.

You would have fought,

because I couldn't fight alone...

 He estado en shock desde el Lunes, de verdad no podrías caer más bajo ante mis ojos. 

Honey, are you coming?

My bad reputation precedes me,

they say I play games,
that I'm not sincere,
that I'm cold and escape commitment,

oh well, I can't say otherwise.

But I always warned you to turn around,

because it's always frozen here,

It's July every day.

Just like my frozen hands on your neck,

choking you with my words,

drowning you in your hopes.

The more you try to reach for heaven,

the more I'll drag you to hell,

the more you try to take my hands,

the more I'll push you away,

and if you dare to even think of a future,

oh well, prepare yourself to be deceived.

You can't defeat what I am,

nor try to change me,

what I am, I have decided,

and I have decided to not forget what I am.

Come

I've been waiting for you to call my name, only God knows how long I've been waiting. Even when the sounds stop buzzing in my ear and the sun goes down, I still feel like listening to your voice.

I cast a spell far away from the places where we have been, so nothing will remain — not a picture of you or me, none to speak about each other. Only the moon will remember stares that we shared.

But in these nights of lonely bliss, I still wait for you to come to me. So come.

Choke

Me vendiste tus pecados como errores,
mientras yo susurraba plegarias en tu nombre,
queriendo creerte tan inocente,
figurabas en una lista como el primer culpable.

El sol era mi enemigo,
y tu te regocijabas bailando en sus rayos,
desde las sombras te ignoraba,
pero venías por mi,
jalándome más hacia ti,
dejándote consumir por el frio de mis manos.

El deseo era solo tu excusa para abusar de mi paciencia,
para culparme por palabras dichas,
por actos cometidos sin segundas intenciones.
Pero te pregunto,
a pesar de todas las que buscas,
de todas las que quieres,
¿por qué sigues durmiendo solo? 

Christmas wishes

It's not rocket science, I just wanna fuck him.

Battle scars

Sitting by the shore, watching the hurricane,
It had to decide whether to descend or rise,
Whether to swim or remain still.

There was no full moon,
And the wind scattered its tears across the sand,
Painfully touching its shoulder,
Screaming in its ear to run.

Breathing became difficult—shallow and fast.
It tried to fill its broken lungs through its mouth,
But ashes gathered in its throat,
Like a whirl of black dust.

Anguish, invisible and violent,
Pounded its chest and nestled behind its eyes.
How lucky are those who do not fly,
How lucky are those who do not remember.

And night after night,
Step by step,
It drowns its demons
In flames of sighs.

Aspirando plumas

Rey de los suburbios

¿Qué sabes de noches sin dormir?

Si miras tu reflejo y sonríes de tu propio destino,

tan lleno de ti mismo,

que incluso el diablo disfruta de tu egocentrismo. 

Cuéntame cómo me veo a través de tus ojos,

¿he sido muy obvia o he sido muy fría?

aún cuando le pido al sol que te nuble los días,

aún siendo yo un sueño que no puedes alcanzar,

nos arden los dedos por intentar escribirnos otra vez,
pero claro, el orgullo nos carcome.

Que largos días, ya no puedo abrazarte

Pero no me imagino siendo otra mas que tu incertidumbre, tu final,  

el infierno donde se quemen todos tus milagros.

No le pidas a mi pecho, lo que no va a darme la razón.

Fade to vastness

I'm not thinking of anything romantic,

not even trying to picture a future.

I'm just asking for the simplest and most common offering that someone could request

a little of your time.

Someone once said that words always triumph over violence,

but I'm not so sure about that.

What I am sure of is that all the violence I've inflicted upon myself by rejecting the thought of you

has made me more of a winner than a loser.

If I had spoken all the truth,

used the real words that I wanted to tell you,

I would have felt like I was losing my throne,

and I don't lose.

Scraps

You don't belong here,

where the corners of my mind get foggy and cloudy from the ghost of you,

you don't belong here anymore,

where the room seems so big that it could swallow me whole.

There's no air for you to breathe,

you should say goodbye to the precious oxygen,

sitting next to the only demon you know,

ready to exorcise the evilness from your heart.

You may have been the worst,

you may have been pure darkness,

but I drank from your innocence,

and I tricked you into believing that I was innocent too.

Lovely eyes, lovely fall,

keep collecting scraps,

you should just die.