1/8/19

Long Story Short

67.
Closure/Closer


I'm still trying to figure out what is it that I want from you.
Either way it's ruined.



Love or leave it.

20/5/19

Long Story Short

66.

I wonder which one of us is going to come out and say it first.
I wonder if it will be an apology or just a sad excuse.
But neither of us wants to be the one who leaves first.
And neither of us wants to be the one that breaks the other.
But we're both hurting each other... in silence.


Ya estamos acostumbrados al dolor y me da miedo pensar que las cosas podrían estar peor.

15/5/19

Long Story Short

65.
Dancing with a stranger. 
Look what you made me do.



Every night I go out. Some nights I find some men that look like you. Some others, I forget about you and find someone new. And every night I’m dancing with a stranger. Replacing a memory of you with one about someone else.

14/5/19

Long Story Short

64.

Hold on to me please.
This is real, I am sure.
We were just too young, we didn't know.
That we would have to grow up before we could grow old.

Please don't leave.
Please don't quit this.
Please hold on.


When we were young we were naive. 
Thinking that we could just pack up and leave. 
You didn't want to leave. 


17/2/19

Long Story Short

63.
Nice to see you again.
Nice to realize I didn't know you at all.
Nice to know we're both fine without each other.



Last night I had a dream about us. We had a whole conversation, all calm and loving. We figured everything out and we ended up together. Only to realize that it was a waste of time, that we were better off without each other.

25/1/19

Long Story Short

62.
 
Childish infatuation

I'm not even sure you know
That I still write songs for you



Después de todo este tiempo, lo más probable es que la imagen tuya que yo tengo en mi cabeza, ya no es retrato fiel de quien eres ahora.

26/12/18

Long Story Short

61.

Winter of 2018

All the things I could've asked.
All the things I could've said.
All I have left are the silly laughs,
the inside jokes and the hug goodbye.
I hate my cloudy mind sometimes.

Winter of '98  - Cayucas