Empty Spaces

The patio feels empty, where we once made a couple memories.

All of the empty space you left. How dare I be so bereft?

I have no right to ask for more. I have no right to even dream of it.

I remember how you used to describe her. I wonder if that’s what you’ll say about me now. How you’ll define me in your story. What part it is I got to play.

And I’ll just count my lucky stars, that what I got was even had. Because just one moment is a lot,

for something you thought you’d never get to have.

Abstraction

I let go really easily of what it means to be me.
Split into several pieces, trying to stitch them back into one thing.
At times I manage to become whole, to find the unifying piece, but then it breaks apart again and I have to find a way to mend.

But maybe that’s the wrong analogy.
Maybe the pieces are always the whole, the breaking is just a new shape they take. I’m always there, I’m always me. In all my parts, in every way.

Maybe the truth is not to mend, but to learn to better see. To let myself take whatever shape, to let that shape be me.

Caos e Ordem

No meu bairro existe uma casa interessante. Alias sempre gostei dela, e nunca soube muito bem porque, mas a fachada da casa é quase inteiramente preta.

Soft Like Buttercream

Cream

Just like buttercream

But firm

Maybe like rocky road ice cream
Hot fudge melting on top

But cold just underneath.
Covered in that sticky mess.
Basking in the joyfulness

Sometimes I wonder if it was all a dream

Amor Próprio

Estive em guerra com meu corpo
As vezes mesmo com o meu ser
Focando nas imperfeições,
Sem nunca ao menos entender,

Que elas são minha beleza,
Fazem parte do prazer
De estar junto com algum outro que tambem tenta se acolher.