You told me you would love me to the end. I explain to you that I don't like the endings. Were we talking about the end of the day? The end of the year? The end of life?
I wasn't the ashtray you wanted. I forgot about the prince and ran away with my shoes on. I loved heels so much that I couldn't see myself without them. I don't think so either. I came out of your life without feeling. Today a little, tomorrow a little more, the day after tomorrow tot
You were too busy loving the person you knew so you didn't notice there was one left. You were so focused on my image on the outside that you forgot to look at me in moments of silence. We raise the anchors one by one and exhaust the reasons to stay. I knew that at some point you would return, but I would be left with only one memory. My name would only leave a bitter taste on your lips because that's all I wanted. I was going to convince you that you were right when you told me I wasn't like the rest. I was much worse. We fought skillfully on both fronts. In my soul I fought my battles, and with you I won the war. All I needed to do was take your last drop of my soul when I left and leave you the most beautiful memories. I had become everything you ever wanted, only to leave peacefully with myself.
I was going to convince you that all this twisted reality was a messy dream. A dream I once thought would never end. But you liked the endings. I forced myself to like it too. So, my dear, I only invoiced you a memory on the bill.
We were going to meet again. You were going to see me like you never did. You knew that behind the relentless smile were mistakes I could not forgive, loves extinguished in the rain, words that could not be forgotten, countless tears, victories without a winner and failures that had forced me to forget my senses.
You knew that then you could read the desire in my eyes, now you could see that there was only a bitter taste left on your lips. Now I was reading the wish in your eyes, but time had passed and I was long gone. I had freed my soul from memories, from you, from me, from us.
You don't understand that I put my feelings so well on paper just because there's chaos in my mind.
