In the last poem, I wrote it for a character that I love. But this one, in english instead, it’s the answer for it. Not made by him, but the reality or a mature version of myself. The one who says things like...
You will never going to be satisfied
You are waiting
For someone that never come
You are waiting and waiting
For a Prince Charming
That will never come in a black horse
You are choosing the loneliness
Only for your own
Because nobody is him
Because even so, you wont love him
Because even so, he wont love you
Because he was not made for you
Face the reality
You need to lower your expectations
Or will end up in total isolation
You are not living a fairy tale
For him to rescue you from your tower
Dessa vez decidi postar um poema em português mesmo. Depois traduzo
Antes que venham me perguntar, isso escrevi pensando em um personagem fictício com um lugar especial no meu coração
Você odeia borboletas
Assim como odeia todos os insetos
E é sempre alerta
Até mesmo com seus atos discretos
Eu amo borboletas
Mas não do jeito que eu te amo
Porque eu sei que estou certa
Que isso provavelmente é um engano
Você ama coisas organizadas
Assim como detesta surpresas
E eu sou uma pessoa bagunçada
Que suspeita até das certezas
Eu odeio comidas apimentadas
Mas eu também odeio não poder te abraçar
Você é quem melhor sabe cozinhar
Mesmo comidas que eu nem sabia que existia ainda
Você é ótimo em esportes
Assim como é bom em tudo que faz
E eu sou uma preguiça que só sabe se arrastar
Que é sempre deixada pra trás
É um engano porque a gente não pode combinar
Nem por amarmos a companhia do silêncio
Nem por não podermos nos tocar
Nem por eu te amar
E você certamente (irá) me odiar
E por que isso ainda parece tão certo
Mesmo quando tem tudo pra dar errado?
Por que meu estômago ainda tem borboletas
Quando penso em você do meu lado?
How can we move on
If we didn't say anything about it?
How can I move on?
If you didn't break my heart
And stayed to heal it?
I am lost again
Writing about you
How your eyes shined bright
When I met them that night
And I said it out loud for you
How your eyes seemed like
A sky full of stars
I can't comprehend your feelings
I can't read your emotions
I never know if you're lying
Because I never know you truly
I was desperately trusting and
Untrusting you
I always searched for your attention
For signs of one confession
For one reason to stay
And even now, I am running away
Because I will be lost again
Lost in your words
Lost in your messages stickers
Who only blushed when I flirted with you
Because you never expected me to like you
And I never expected you to like me back
If rhymes were trees
I already wrote a forest about you
You bloomed purple roses inside my chest
Even when I am just thinking about you
And listening to Cigarettes After S*x
And I know you hadn't listened to any of their songs
But you make me so calm and okay
That I surely will
Remember you when I listen to "K"
How can I still love you so damn much?
Get out of my heart already!
Or take it with you
And let me rest in your shoulder
I know any my love confession will reach you
And I know you didn't do anything to deserve this
Like all my friend says
But how cruel is it
To love somebody who can't do it back?
I chose to take the worst path
Where you are painted as your worst
Where everything you say
They twist your words
Where you are on the wrong side
Where you put your feelings behind
Where they don't care about the damage
They did inside
I tried to be sweet
I tried to be nice
I tried to be kind
I know I tried
And I will keep trying
I will keep trying to be nice
Even my tongue now
Is sharp as knife
I will keep trying to be kind
Even if I already lost my mind
I will keep hiding my sins
Until you start throwing more rocks at me
I will keep my mouth shut
Even when you blame me
For something I didn't
I will hide my tears
When you are tearing me apart
For forbidding me to be myself
I will hide my screams
When I want to tell you
That I choose me
Above what you want me to be
Not because I want to be the hero
But I want to be protagonist of my life
Because I'm tired of being this clown
I am tired of being this puppet
Tired of you pulling my strings
Because when you leave me
I will be here, just existing
I look at the mirror
And don't recognize myself
That's why I don't see me
In your portrait of horror
But that's why
I don't care about being your bad guy
And if emptiness it's the name of it
The feeling of not caring what you will think of me
Then I am nothing more than a black hole
If this is a bad thing to be
Then I couldn't care less
To be wrote as your villain