like
y mi piel de pez despierta
{ no hay batir de murciélagos ni sombra de luciérnagas
a)
i still owe you plenty of lies,
all sewed with silver threads
where salty drops once used to slide.
and i thought i just wouldn’t do
without you being fair and fond enough
to choose me among everything else.
b)
i’m so basic deep inside
i want everything every other human being does want;
yet doesn’t matter how much
i could listen to the same old songs
or could i just torture myself on brand new ones,
now there’s nothing for me to claim
nor use to cry,
you got no wind for me to spread my wings
[to pause my fears] and fly.
c)
is so ridiculously breath-taking to be
so smile-sweeping with so little effort,
and even though you’re not a rogue
and never meant to save me from
the ghosts that haunt me;
there you’ll be
singing someone else’s lyrics,
until I quit wandering in the night.
d)
facts are roots and mine grew up,
reaching clouds where
you no longer lay down smelling daisies
for you wouldn’t travel the world around
nor would I be too pron to ask you to;
or spend nights listening
how your beat changes speed,
like telling stories from another bed.
e)
some truth is
I tried to change you into who I wanted,
and despite how long I tried to stop craving
the touch of any other stranger through your hands;
i could never
be happy enough to love you for who you are.