Ace Serrano Gutierrez

No Me Ames

Am I leading him to the dark alleys of my heart?
Am I risking his freedom to live?
Why, heart… why now beat for him? Why here?
When all I’m prepared for was the right moment,
Now all I wish, this moment is the right time…

I ached so deep, I bled… as I murmured profanities,
I ached again, and I shed so much of these tears…
Then hollowed became my core,
Only to be filled with so much longing…
So much that I blamed the hands of time,
And I cursed the distance… as I refused to breathe the air.

I watched the columns withered in time…
I watched the autumn passed so smoothly
And the breeze foretold an early winter
Drying my lips, and cheeks, and skin…
As I traversed the distance alone in the middle of the night.

No me ames… no me ames… no me ames.

Andruchris G.

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