Untittled

Piano notes dancing everywhere, echoing in my mind along with the far away sounds of thunder.

A storm is forming outside but I can feel it too, raising inside of me.

The rain has started to fall. It feels so peaceful compared to the confusion inside of me.

It's bringing peace to my soul, to my poor soul that has been unease for a while.

It's cold but the memories of you keep me warm, my skin feels funny when I think of you.

Love is a funny thing, no, ironic is the right word.

When your heart aches from love everything feels different.

The piano notes that use to bring joy to my soul, the thunder that scared me, the cold that made me shiver.

Everything is different now, now that you are gone.

Now that you are gone I am different.

I am not scared anymore, the only thing I was scared of was loosing you.

I like to go out and stand in the middle of the storm, and let the cold rain kiss my skin, and use the loud thunders to quiet the whispers in my insides.

The screams have disappear but in low voices they still say your name, specially when I go to bed; like a lullaby it helps me sleep.

I keep unsuccessfully trying to find you in my dreams; you stop being in them after I said I didn't want to wake up.

The last thing you told me was that I didn't need you to be happy, to live.

You were right, I don't, but that doesn't mean I wanted to do it without you.

Without you my world feels empty, and I keep remembering you in every breath I take.

I feel like I am failing you for not doing my best now you are not here to see it, but you were really selfish by asking me to do so.

You can't leave me all alone in the darkness and expect me to find the sun on my own.

That would be too much.

I don't blame you for the cold rainy days of my life, I blame you for the sunny ones.

After tasting happiness at such extends I can't just go back to when you were not here to make my days shine with your smile.

Before you there was just me, my dreams, and the rainy days in this isolated town.

With you, there was us living a dream full of sunshine in a summer day.

After you... after you there isn't much, actually there is nothing.

It's night time again, another chance to look for you in my dreams, another opportunity to hear your voice, another day looking toward the end.

The end of my days, yes, because my life ended the day yours did.