i love you (siempre) with my mind (more)
but my body's still in lima
and then nothing needs to hurt
nothing can become a feeling

i used to spend my hours yearning
minutes praying i wont see you

then my nights turned simply pretty
childlike laughter, quick forgettings
of my fear of coexistence
and my fucked up sense of peace, but

i could never let myself be
i could "be", ifwhen they want me

so i found someone who doesn't
so i left her, when she left me

i would love to write about it 
drowning string oceans between us
still alive for not one reason
for so much longer than it needs to

i write mindless about missing 
without knowing 
what i'm missing

knowing things
i'll do now lonely
hearing laughter 
in the background