Take.Me.Anywhere

Pôr para trás das costas tudo o que se passou. Não é fácil. Não tem sido nada fácil perceber que tenho de te deixar ir. Percebi que não há como fazer isto senão deixar ir. Percebi que não me queres mais. Percebi mesmo que não me queres mais. Percebi. Magoa tanto mas também já não magoa da forma que magoava antes. Eu já não te conheço totalmente. Já não te chamo mais pelo nome que chamava e já não espero por uma resposta tua. Também já não espero que me esperes, de um certo modo sempre achei que seria exactamente assim que acabaria.  Mas não não é nada fácil acabar de vez com sentimentos, com a memória de alguém que já foi meu futuro.  Parece fácil quando pedimos a outros para deixarem ficar na memória quem já não os merece mas a verdade é que dói mesmo muito apagar a existência de algo que foi etéreo. O tempo realmente cura.

Remember that night when you called saying you love me? Saying you made such a horrible mistake by letting me go? Crying for all the bad actions you made along the way? Remember your tears, one after one, like you had lost me forever? That night I refused you for the fist time in my life. And now I'm back to that place where I want you more than everything is this world. I never stopped thinking of you or loving you. You are the first thing I think when I wake up. My mind is set on you, my thoughts run to my perception of you. We were together a few weeks ago and I remember looking to your face in search of every single detail to not like you. I was trying to forget you while remembering you. I left your house in such sadness. Once more you disappointed me doing exactly what I was afraid you were doing. I still feel like you never gave us a chance, you never believed us. A whole year almost passed since you broke my heart and I am still here. Pain is coming back an

I wonder what is this thing about going to sleep and the next day waking up to do exactly the same thing again, over and over...What is it? Doesn't it feel like a vicious game? A horse-trading of some species? Have you ever wondered when did you stop being original to just being someone else's concept? Were you even ever original in the first place? Are you becoming original growing older? Do you ever think about being it? Or you just simply follow everyone's path? I was made to wonder everything this world has to give, when, where, why, who, what. Therefore I find it very difficult to be happy. "Love Me" For my Take Me Anywhere Magazine