Another disappointment

Recently born the most delightful of my pain, which sprout the most agonizing cry and angry. If you leave me, and what the cost of that? Maybe I should find myself the most full and happy, but it is not. I let the other, they all say, try to believe you, but your thinking of me as is, where it has always been willing to please you all.




And I do, I accept without more, with his heart broken, knowing at the outset that your return is only an illusion, an illusion that I prefer to delete, but I can not. It may be that was the only one I love, risking everything, and finally, I have nothing between your toes. Everything happened as your he will not gave way to my feelings, my love was the alleged reason for your withdrawal, you sure are you that your jealousy had nothing to do? Kid yourself, do it now that I have, now that t not choking on my reproaches, not with my whims enfuresco you now that you are free and you enjoy it, you're tired of me, tired of one body, that is the reality .




I stay with the feeling of your hands on my skin, with the shock of our breath, with a thousand messages and promises which do not, I stay with the dying, his eyes sick with sorrow, I'll stay with your memory, remember I would like to delete, but can not because all I have is yours, because I miss you after all, but I must not be guided by desperation, you no longer want me as your companion and it will, you can follow your path, and hopefully I can do the same.




I will have to side as you ask, you will not be left free to modify my being and I like t become the mainstay of my existence, and did nothing to change it now that you're not I come down. Note that no misfortune, because then you hurt as much as me. I times, that of your boredom by women is only to reassure me, because my suffering that binds me, you can not say no, a thousand times and dominate you, and turned to me, but no, it I will do more, I want to die, to die slowly over the future enjoyment of your lips on my mind with the image of my replacement, which never was nor will be, and yet believed.