Poesia (26.1)

Unfolded

I have had my share
Of broken hearts,
I have had my share
Of breaking hearts;
It does not mean
I am broken.

Poesia (26.0)

Marks

1*question

a matter of some uncertainty or difficulty; problem

2*fright

a sudden intense feeling of fear.

The matter has been

Asking questions.

Questioning my furry chest

That insists to sleeping under

Unknown ceilings.

Why have such actions led me

Into the dark side of my eyes?

Leaving,

As immensely freeing as it may be,

Has never meant the same to me

As I know it has to others.

The hypocrisy in affirming such nonsense

Hides from myself

The guilt in hurting the hearts

I had left by the roads.

I meant no harm;

Did I?

Asking questions is dangerous.

Are you where you

Have felt you’d like to be?

Can you see,

Can you really see,

Yourself in the mirror?

Does it crack during the day?

Are you able to explain

Your fright of happiness?

What have you been hiding

From the ones who meant to care about you?

What have you been suggesting to yourself

As you go over the radio looking for

Missing pieces of your past?

Is it a choice to be happy?

Why have you been choosing otherwise?

Poesia (25.9)

Neon Lights

un·eas·i·ness
noun

a feeling of anxiety or discomfort.

"I sensed the uneasiness of people around me"

To find myself by myself

In order to bark over new trees.

Few moments ago:

Was I really here?

Had I left my heart?

How could I do such thing?

Impossibilities came to my fingertips

So that I would move on

Towards me.

To misunderstand my heartbeat

Has been my biggest crime;

Not listening to my voice

Has made me repeat patterns;

Uneasiness has taken my eyebrows

But no longer I shall let

Such fierce fear

Overshadow

My neon lights.

Poesia (25.8)

Into My Eyes

Tenderness frowned upon

My chest

While in bed;

When you glazed at me

With your soul

Looking.