it wasnt love but

Now i realize, late as usual, that it wasn’t love but it felt a lot like it,

It wanst love, but it hurted a lot, made me happy, made me sad. It wasn’t love but it was damn hard to let it go, and I stick to it, even though I could loose myself in the attempt,
It wasn’t love, I know it because of the scars in my arms, I’ll never be able to erase them, it wasn’t love cuz love doesn’t make those type of things.

It wasn’t love, I know it because I had nothing left by the end of the road, not even a simple definition of what I am, I became in (no se si se escribe in, Mena, corrigeme en privado) an extension of you. I know it cuz I strongly believe that love is forever, like energy and it transforms itself into a beautiful nonsexual feeling, but when you left all I could keep was a bittersweet taste in my mouth, a huge emptiness and two arms covered with blood.
It wasn’t love but it looked a lot like it, they were so similar… Now I can say that I forgive you, and my ego too. We forgive you for all those nasty things you said to me, for calling me pathetic, selfish, jealous, and ridiculous. I forgive you for the good things too. For the sunsets that we saw together, for the walks around the park, for the stories we wrote together…

I forgive you,

It wasn’t love cuz I can say Im sorry by myself, cuz im sorry oh so sorry for being a refugee in your arms, cuz it wasn’t your fault at the beginning. I can say im sorry too, even though it hurted, looked, smelled, felt, disturbed and broke my heart as love would do…no, it wasn’t love…

Starfish*

p.s: mandar correcciones gramaticales a mi mail porfi

soundtrack: Angel, Sarah Mc una vaina rara, cancion vergonzoza para Mena and I

p.s.s: Jade aparece, miss u girl!!!

p.s.s.s: esta sera la ultima vez que escribo el tema, cerre mi circulo con una pared de bló de 8 y par de plaiuuu (me encanta escribi esa vaina mal)