That in order to be loved

You first need to be humble

And i can’t read my mind

Even though im trying all the time

Lo segundo es a ser una isla.

Coges una pala y empiezas a cavarte las esquinas

Formas un perímetro de seguridad a tu alrededor, y sigues escavando hasta que consigues soltarte de tierra firme.

Desde el mar las voces se escuchan menos.

sharp blades

Encrusted in my heart

Like red diamonds

I count the cuts

Broke through my ribcage like a guided missile,

Straight into my heart, ripping the love away

Deserted islands, all in distress

Draining the life out of the ruins

And bringing it back where it belongs

To its people

“Be careful “ seems to be everyone’s favorite new advice

And if you think about it –

careful of what? From what?

For whom? For me or for you?

One summer day my grandma told me

that every time i was in pain

I should lay on my stomach

And it will go away

and so,

as heavy as our own shame make us feel,

why the fuck do we keep shaming others?

As if it was transferable.

And That’s what pulls me back,

To the trenches

Out of harm, With my loneliness