not sorry

I’ll wake you up. You say good night. I’ll make your coffee. You sweeten my life. You say thank you. I’ll beg you to go away. I’m so sorry. You brush my hair with your warm hands. I’m ashamed of my cold skin. You embrace me ’cause you know I’ll run away. You read my mind. I read the lines of your hand. You are not afraid of what you feel. I flush when you say you like me. I’m not used to your flavour. You say I’m sorry. I’m not. You see through me. I’ve got no soul. I still can hear you asking me to stay. A little longer. I still hear the speed of your heart. I’m not sorry.

“I’m not normally quite this bold. I’ve been a good girl so I’m told not usually the type to take what’s not mine. But I look at you and I can see that you’re the only one for me. Let’s not prentend its something else. I’d rather we not fool ourselves”

Flesh for bones

“I’m sitting here frozen in this bed I made
Considering the weight of the bricks I laid now that I’m through
One by one sealed every crack that I could slip between to find my way back
Find my way back home to you”

Queria que voce estivesse aqui. Como nunca. Como sempre. O ultimo folego que falta, o passo que caminha incerto. Sinto falta da sua palavra final. Da sua voz cantando em meu ouvido na volta pra casa, rouca, forte, bossanova. Sinto falta do seu mau-humor, da sua risada que nao acaba. Do seu abraco que nunca falta.
Amanha eh sabado, dia de sentir sua falta.

“And I’m burning all my bridges with these matches I light
To illuminate my path to what is right
And even if it’s true what they say that you can’t go back home
once you’ve cast it away I would still have left tonight”

Domingo eh dia de caminhar com voce sob um ceu azul, sob uma chuva cinza. Eh dia de despejar meu cansaco e meu medo em seu ombro. Andar sem destino e desejar ficar ali. Pra sempre. Ter a certeza de um porto seguro, de um final feliz. De nao ser metade.
Espero mais um domingo.

“You know baby I would be with you if I could
To trade my flesh for your bones
I would, I would, I would, I would, I would…”

outro

Outono.
Outro.
Outubro logo.
Outro tom de cor. Ouro.
E cinza.
Sem.
Sabor, sal. Sem. pre
Lagrima. La.
Ah.
Silencio so.