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solo quería que me eligieras

Photo by Raimond Klavins on Unsplash creí que quería que me eligieras, ser quien robara tu mirada, pero ahora que el velo se ha levantado, agradezco ya no estar atrapado. creí que necesitaba que te quedaras, que seas la luna y el sol, pero ahora que ya tu verdadero rostro he conocido, tomo un respiro y me despido.

mismo monstruo, diferente piel.

Photo by Evie S. on Unsplash he permitido que hombres como tú determinen el valor de mi cuerpo, que jueguen con él, que lo desarmen y lo vuelvan armar. he permitido que hombres como tú tatúen su nombre en mi piel, con sus labios que solo pueden pronunciar mentiras.

lgbtq+queer love

Photo by Jp Valery on Unsplash I wake up and check my phone, hoping for a message that never arrived or a call that never came through. I wash my face and stare for a long time, wondering why can’t he want me back, “is it me?, is it my face, body? did I say something? did I not say the right thing?”, I replay every minute of the few nights together, I can not figure it out. It seems like a dream or a nightmare, I’m not sure, maybe it’s both, maybe it starts like a dream, where he can love me, wh...

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he can only love me on Sunday nights

Photo by Karl Edwards on Unsplash he can only touch me on Sunday nights, under full moon nights, hidden in very dark nights, “what are you doing?” kinda nights, euphoric kinda nights, “how have you been?” kinda nights, “can we switch positions?” kinda nights, “I have to leave” kinda nights. the sun rises and I reach out for him and most of the time I get silence, I reach out for him and sometimes I get “maybe”, I reach out for him and I always cry.

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my thoughts after you softly kissed me

Photo by Satyam Pathak on Unsplash I am going to break your heart, and I’m afraid that you are not able to see it and I have chosen to ignore it. You see, my love can expand, bend, stretch sideways, take up any form, but will never wrap you ‘over your body, hold you like a python’ like LDR sings and you chant.

before I burn my notebook

small poems that I bleed on my old notebook.

to have in mind for your next victim

just so you don't keep collecting souls and leaving broken hearts.

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