outubro 24, 2024

.

 em algum lugar por aí

existem duas caixas 

uma contendo meu amor 

outra contendo o seu 


há muito, eu sonhava em reunir o conteúdo delas 

numa só caixa, que carregaria nós 

e contaria história para quem quisesse ver


agora, minha caixa está no lixo

todas as lembranças de você, em outro lugar 

como pode, então,

você continuar na minha mente? 




.

 little miss sunshine,

she's always smiling 

always happy, she gives the best hugs 


she believes in good in love

she's so sweet and innocent 

i love the idea of her 

.

 our songs play in the background 

i'm taken back to when it was just us 

sometimes i wish it was you 

.

sometimes i miss that sweet boy 

who wanted to be a superhero 

who saved my day, everyday 


now i don't even know him anymore

living in a twisted reality where 

that sweet gentle boy is a villain 


and a bad villain, which is even worst 

maio 04, 2024

dear mom,

 it feels like i'm never good enough for you

(although i do see times when it feels like you love me) 

still, even when you love me, it seems i lack something that will make you think i'm enough


all my choices seem wrong to you 

all the ways i trail take me away from you


the way you feel about me is becoming such a burden,

and i'm thinking i'll never be enough for anyone else... 

it feels like they only like me, 'cause they don't know me like you do 


is just like daddy would always say about me: 

"beautiful on the outside, rotten inside"

i feel like you've seen the rot in me, and nothing i do will make you unsee that 

or see something good beyond that 


mom, i feel so lonely in this thoughts... 

fevereiro 23, 2024

.

i remember when i was a kid 

i used to carry with me a little notebook 


so i could write down every single 

poem, song or rhyme 

that came into my mind  


it would be something about 

birds bees and flowers 


dogs and beach and summer 

a colorful life playing in the 

background of that little mind 


my dad was so proud 

"she can rhyme like no one else!"


he used to say to everyone,

he even wrote about it one day 

(i still have the letter) 


but i don't have any of 

those little notebooks to look back


i never treasured them 

guess that, at some point, 

poetry and rhymes just went away 


now they're back 

well, i can't rhyme no more 


but i sure do like to carry 

my little notebook

wandering around to write about 


love and lost and pain

the beautiful and the ugly and the broken


write about anything that comes to my mind 

but also to write about me

this time, i wanna remember


how i feel

how it felt 


how i'm healing 

and how broken i'm 

write it all down - so i can treasure this

.

 My words are 

all I have 

left of me.