Estuve buscando material en "mis documentos" y encontré algo que esta perfectamente escrito, digo perfecto, porque en aquel entonces (fue hace años atrás, y con todo el debido respeto hacia mi pareja actual) era el espejo de mis sentimientos hacia alguien. Me senté enfrente a la computadora llena de rabia y dije: "voy a descargarme" y simplemente escribí... y salió esto. Me alegra poder representar tan bien lo que siento en palabras y plasmarlos en un pseudo-poema como este:
You with your many ways of making me smile.
You with bizarre vocabulary just like mine.
You’re appealing to everyone, good vibe.
You’re up to everything, I love your adventure way of life
And the way you look at the world.
But you’re confusing me with your silly signs...
I don’t seem to understand what’s on your mind.
Why would you say to me that I’m sexy?
Why would you come up with the 4000 versions of my name?
Did I make all this up in my big silly red head?
Why would I ever think that you liked me as something more than a friend?
Why would you do such a think?...take me there... with her?… that’s just sick.
I can’t help to think the comparisons you’ve probably made in your head.
It’s all my fault I was too damn naive.
Maybe I’m too desperate for love, so I misunderstood everything.
I could have been your best friend… but now I need time to get there.
Time to get over the fact that you made me think of you like something else.
A quién no le habrá pasado algo similar?...
A piece of advice:
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