Thursday, December 19, 2024

Seasonal love... Se paga con intereses!

By Erika Hulett



I can debate that I looked for it, because I didn't, but can't deny I am glad I find it, even though I know...  Without a shead of doubt... It will eventually hurt. 


Me he encontrado más honesta contigo que conmigo misma; me he visto en momentos más tuya que mía. He descubierto contigo partes de mí que no existían, que entiendo nunca tendré el valor de explorar, pero ahora que las conozco, tampoco las puedo ignorar.

Has tocado mi alma con tus palabras, oído mis secretos y adivinado mis deseos. Me has robado el sueño, dejando todo lo escondido, ahora expuesto.

Te has robado el tiempo y la razón… Y solo me queda aceptar que, después de ti, no hay mas.

Es que yo estaba jugando, sin saber que ya habías ganado.

Yo no soy la que miente, pero tampoco quiero ser honesta conmigo. Es que yo  no quiero ser la que te pierde, pero está garantizado en el futuro. No quiero ser la que te deja ir, pero no es justo amarrarte a mi. No quiero ser la que hiere, pero la suerte ya está echada... Y si soy sincera conmigo, tendría que admitir... Yo sabia que perdería, porque el peso de nuestras alas no nos dejará volar, y aunque será el tiempo, quien seguro nos dará la última estocada... Tu sabias esto, antes de empezar.

Asi que antes de irte... 
Déjame apreciar una vez más en la distancia lo que en secreto eres. Déjame grabar tu sonrisa en mi memoria, la curiosidad de tu mente en mi alma, la emoción de tus palabras en mi corazón. El valor de tu tiempo en mis manos.

Déjame enseñarte que quien eres, es mejor de lo que sabes, que aunque seas bello, los paquete son pasajero, y lo que te hace realmente bello, los ojos no lo pueden mirar.

Este es un amor corto pero intenso, sin futuro, pero que quedará grabado en el pasado, destinado a ser profundo, condenado a perderse en el tiempo… para finalmente....
                      Convertirse solo en sueños!

Wednesday, September 11, 2024

Oh Little Boy, why can't you love.

                        By: Erika Hulett

Oh little boy... Ranking me down to make yourself grand. Putting me down to pretend you can stand!

Oh little love, playing at being grown!... is it lonely at home, when you wake alone?

Oh little love making me small to feel all grown, Is it cold in hell in your empty bed?

Not all love has to hurt, it’s not a dare for you to create!

Oh little love, walking in dark, pretending to thrive... When was the last time you didn’t hide? When was the last time that you felt enough, when was the last time that your body knew was home? 

Oh little love, ruled by pride... isolating of fear of everything that shines. Pretending to feel, while hating me for been. Afraid of a love that can love it all, frightened to know that you were enough all along

Oh little love, look at the time— Forty is too old to blame sister for crimes. 

Oh my little love… ranking me down to feel on top, Dragging me low to pretend you are grown... When did my blood stop been enough? When did my love wasn't all yours?

Oh little boy, making me small to feel tall. Is it cold in hell when your fingers wake dry? Is it the same when our bodies can't pressed? Does it still hurts when my side is cold? is it sad to know, that no one will make you as warm as I can?

You walk in the dark, pretending you thrive, But when was the last time you felt truly alive? When was the last time that your soul felt completed? When was the last time you didn't needed the light to sleep? When was the last time that your heart felt at home? When was the last time that you truly belonged?

Oh little love, ruled by the pass... Dimmed by your fright of the fire I am, Pretending be buried when left me to die. Pretending to win while lonely you are. Pretending to stand when you are on your knees, pretending to be whole when we never will be. 

Oh little love, I am sorry I let your family's envy changed me, it was my mistake to love them like your extension... Are they happy now that you can pay for their time? Are they happy now that you grieve on the dark? Are they full now that they can pretend to save you? Are they whole now that they broke us down? Are they completed now with our stolen parts?

Oh little boy, blocked me because you couldn’t be grown. Did all you promise would not. You broke our souls to pretend to be lone, you broke our bond to excuse being alone, to wait for a mate that never would come. 

Oh little boy, finally grown!.... Glad that my back was the step to achieve your lone dream. May the moon that brought us together, be ashamed that you run. May she not free you again, because you are afraid of being loved. May she keeps you on the chains of your pride, slaved to your pass.

Oh my little love... 
Let your hollowed-out pride, be the mask that you can’t take down. May the reflection that you stair, be full of the ghost of my love, may you thrive and look back, to regret meant nothing without us by your side. 

Oh little love, your punishment will be, to look for my love in everyone's soul, and your downfall the regret of successs without us with you to share. 

Oh little love, choose to be slaved to your pride. May the whiskey never erase, the pain of breaking the true love we had. May the whiskey never allowed you forget, that you only had it all, when you rested in my arms. 

I love you most, and never gave you doubt, I die for you a thousand times, but that was too real for you. Too good to be true, too much for you because you never believes that you deserved it. 

I gave you all but you never received it. You were thought you weren't worthy, 
but if you take anything from me, don't let it be my love, don't let be my soul, let it be to know that they were all wrong... You were always enough.