Momentary Bliss

Between the screams and rushes, I take a breath.
This is the time.
As my sky continues to darken, as the hues change to tones and shades, I regain my balance.

Stain-ridden, blood-soaked, wounds barely healing, I look forward.
This isn't the calm before the storm. This is a brief moment in time in which the storm forgot its power.
And that's all it took.
One brief lapse.

There isn't false hope. There isn't wishful thinking.
The glass isn't half-full.

The storm forgot its power. 
And that's all it took.
In this grave, I found power in my helplessness. 
In this grave, I found anger.

Crawling out, I know what is to come.
I'm pushing all that's left. 

I'm prepared to die. I'm prepared to live. 

Under the Influence of Love

Cuando toco tu piel, siento una conexión más fuerte que la de un electrón a un átomo. 

Te beso y siento tu amor, tu dolor, tu pasado, y tu futuro.

Tú y yo, ya pasamos. Los cuentos de nuestros ancestros saben de nosotros.

Nuestro amor se repite cada mil años. 

Hoy es nuestro amor, y ayer era nuestro dolor. Este día es para nuestro calor.

Te quiero comer a besos y amar por años. 

For the Lover with the Rockstar Mind

I became your groupie, ready for any morsel of affection or intimacy.
I waited eagerly for you to deposit anything in between my legs, for those were the moments you pretended to be mine.
I jumped at the moment of sharing your light, even if it meant weakening my own. 
If you were away, I waited for your return. 
Even if your absence would be prolonged.

I became your groupie, listening to your sweet words that held no weight in shallow waters. 
I learned to plead for information like a fanatic. I learned to beg to be included in the backstages of your mind. 

I became your groupie, ready for you to share whatever troubles had already been shared with others.

I was the best groupie but that's all I will ever be. Your number one fan, your number one fool.