im not the thief

See, I tried to love you, but you wouldn't let me. Honey, this could've been heaven. It would've been heaven. But who cares? Cause I'm done with you once and for all. And this time I mean it, this time's for real. So brace yourself darling, and prepare to be left alone... well, isn't that what you wanted? Now who's running this time? And you can run after me, chase me if you want to. Come back to me, searching for what you lost, looking out for it in ME. But guess what? I don't took your proud away, I don't have it... You see, I'm not the thief.

never again =)

I laugh really hard.
he thinks he's got control again
And i'll laugh really hard
I'll laugh harder again, and this time in his face
why, he thinks he's got the power again
But power over me?
Yeah right.. Nigga please!
No honey. That? sure... never again!
Men, he'll be surprised when he looks me in the eye
And doesn't found my vulnerable side,
the one i buried tonight
yeah he'll be surprised
hell yeah... NEVER AGAIN!

At the beginning, I thought it'd be better for me to stop talking to him in order to forget him, but I didnt. And guess what? It freaking worked sooo good, for I discovered that the more I talked to him, the more asshole he seems to be and the less loving he is. So what I'm really trying to say is I discovered the "dream guy" I was in love with, never really existed.

My "Ten things I hate about you"

I hate the way you’re in my mind
all the time as days go by,
I hate the way you look at me,
making me think I have you back
I hate the way you make me feel home,
and the way you lock the door whenever we’re alone
I hate the way you kiss my lips,
and even more that we were so close
I hate the fact you said you loved me,
and that you think about me every day
I hate the fact that you know I love you,
and that you know your word will be the last,
I hate it when you make me feel vulnerable,
even when you say I’m strong
I hate the fact that I can’t have you,
since you gave up on me, making me feel as unworthy as crap
I hate the idea of me thinking you will return,
and knowing you won’t, and that if you did I’d take you back
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you
Not even close, not even a little bit,
Not even at all

sueño vs. realidad

Aquí me encuentro, sentada.
Mis pensamientos llevándome a otro lugar.
Donde me ciego de la realidad
Una realidad que tanto quiero
que en verdad, es diferente a lo que busco
Pero a la vez, un tanto igual
Y no quiero abrir los ojos

De este sueño no quiero despertar
Pues somos dos mundos distintos
Yo lo sé, mas no lo quiero aceptar
Dos mundos paralelos
Los cuales a un acuerdo no pueden llegar.
Mis pensamientos desviándome de nuevo.
No me puedo concentrar

De nuevo consumida en este sueño

Que no ha de hacerse realidad
Trato de hacer lo correcto
Pero mi vista se ha de nublar
Con ideas que son distintas a como debo yo de actuar
Terminare por eliminarte
De estos pensamientos eternos
Para así poder gozar
De lo que supone ser una buena vida
Algo que se debe disfrutar

Y al fin conciliar mis sueños

Sin escuchar tu voz al final

His eyes and lips

men, does he know how to kiss... God knows that man owns the sweetest lips, will i ever find a mouth as full of wisdom as his own is? A pair of eyes as loving as his?

Today I just feel like smiling, a sincere kind of smile =)

Be happy, today's the perfect day for being happy... even if i have to study

I just need someone to hold my heart and ease the pain

So someone please just make it easier

look in my eyes

Face expressions are so hypocrite, you could say they're overrated too. When someone stares at your face and sees a smile, they don't read anything into it. They just assume you're as happy as you appear to be, as you want to believe you are. But if people could really look me in the eye and into my soul, if someone could see me from inside, and have a glare of my heart, I think they'd change their minds about smiles... they wouldn't give smiles the meaning they want them to have. So look me in the eye and focus in my heart. Not everything you see is as though as it looks. Not everything is as though as you'd want it to be.

Everything is slowly falling apart, and there's nothing I can do. I feel even more used as every day goes by, and my love, all the love I have to give is just dancing alone in my heart. It's somehow sad, though I thought we had potential, and I can assure we did, he just threw it all away. He gave our love away, just to have more fun, just to enjoy his "youth". He's running away from me, everytime faster, everytime more far away. His running away with my heart in his hands. And although I'd like to stop him, or at least tell him to give it back, I've already tried and it's useless, so it's my time to just sit and watch.

Ayer verte me hizo mal. Observar tus imperfecciones, analizarlas y darme cuenta que esos rasgos que gente consideraria como imperfectos, son totalmente perfectos, inclusive maravillosos para mi. Admirar tu cara, habernos visto a los ojos continua e indefinidamente, sin dar explicaciones ni esperar respuestas o un "por qué" simplemente nos mirabamos, vez tras vez repetidamente... recargar mi cabeza en tu pecho. Estuve cerca de tu corazón, lo sentí.. vivo... latiendo... por mí, espero y a la vez, sé que no.

Today, I feel as though I'm on top of the world!!

Today, for a second, and just a second.. I truly felt you're no good for me, I truly felt im disgusted by you, and that I don't feel for you anymore, that I don't love you anymore. I really felt like there has got to be more to it. A second later I might've felt differently about you... but I think I'm a step ahead. I know I'm a step ahead. It might've been just a second, but I felt it, it was real... almost tangible. And for all I know it's as important as I think it is.