you've always twisted me round your little finger, I've always been a teddy bear just for sleeping. You bought me, used me and threw me against the walls. And I've always been a teddy bear.

When you found that marvelous doll you really wanted to play with (and I already knew how much do you wanted to play with her) you just threw me to the paperbin, without taking a look back, I just wasnt necessary anymore. And I was stupid enough to give you luck from my dustbin, at the same time I was looking for my revenge; You were such a twist of lemon.

And when you finally decided to get braver and give up with everything -important and official- in your life (yeah, you told your owner you were a free dog), the doll you were waiting for ran away from you, she had find another kid to play with.

So, you, sad and hurt puppy, went out all down in the mouth to your master, who's just a snake in love with you.

And now, when you're back in your life, you havent noticed about that teddy bear who is still waiting for you taking it out of there, you have never care about it. You have found another new toy (because you cant lie to me, I know she is) and it's now when I realize that I've always been and will be a use&throw toy in your life.

So, what can I say now? Just, FUCK ITALIANS.

quizás no lo sabías,

pero ibas a hacerme daño

con esas sonrisa de dientes de leche

y ese carácter de león.

Me gusta mucho usar la cursiva para insinuar cosas que nunca adivinarás.

Muchas veces, cuando quiero escapar de este dolor, me imagino que vienes a buscarme al instituto,me abrazas y todo pasa. Escapo de manari y todo lo que duele, y nos vamos juntos a cualquier lado donde todas esas cosas que duelen dejen de importar. ♥

Entre los pasos de la gente te encontré a ti.

Antes creábamos aquella burbuja tan especial entre nosotros, tan nuestra, y que tan solo era sostenible mientras mantuviésemos la respiración pausada, esa tan rompible con el paso de la gente.
Ahora, la burbuja se ha consolidado con el paso del tiempo y son nuestros gestos y miradas la que la crean, esta burbuja permanente que se ha creado entre nosotros y que tanto me gusta, esta tan indestructible.

No quiero nada más sino caer muerta. Descansar por fin de este vaivén que me está resultando ser todo. Que hay cosas que no están hechas para mi.

Ya soy todo lo que siempre quise ser: pelirroja, con el pelo liso y un septum. Pero sigo siendo yo.