Necesito Tenerte, Shuly Dal Riza

Two in the morning hiding between sheets, I
Do it so you can’t talk to my tears,
Break my days open, &
You’re coming so calm demeanor,
& now I’m thinking you never came, once…

I’m losing you — I do look not for these and lose hope!
& I think that now is even better as later than planned.
The sun demands I let you go where you’d want;
The floor is makin’ me shout to you, “…waiting for you.”
You find that hurting where it’s not desired?
Not wanting to admit it, but excuse of me please! —
I’m searching for reasons — my bad for all.,
I’m thinking that we should’ve never been alone,
& however many hugs I may not give you.
The kisses which you put to waste, I
wish didn’t happen, don’t want to mean to: again
I swear I don’t want one, but excuse you want-ties;
I cling to your smile at just the right moments in
Time, & the times just right;
You comprehend? I bet that’s right.

Tell it to me, starting right now: who do you make cause my
Smile? What’s more, more as I can do than give thanks to
You. This is the sensation you hold me for each time?
What more can I go do? — not begging pardon!
I’m thinking that the sole mistake is starting to
Be real. Listen!, I’m not sorry backing out, sorry feel!
I never did that.

I wish to be mistaken, there may be a thousand more times. . . .
But excuse you already late,
Call me arrogant, I prefer a mate.
If I didn’t go for it before, let’s go do it then?
I couldn’t be perfect without knocking back the hour,
Am already trying to and gave up doing you far off —
At least I’m making you and laugh about it,
Marveling with eyes stuck on the phone, couldn’t sleep;
Hope I’m waiting for a loss that I put an end to wasting, my-
Self. I know how you find me so confused,
If I start with no principles, then sorry for me, good-bye…
Fact that until away, you’re jealousies: killer
poison, what a shame, that which you present’s not forever.

Listen!
I need to hold you, & you’re coming like the wind blows
I’d rather just accept that I started to be no one
Before I thought of turning into somebody, I
Don’t want to do you gone, missing —
Listen!
I need to hold you, & you’re coming like the wind blows
I’d rather just accept that I started to be no one
Before I thought of turning into somebody, I
Don’t want to do you gone, missing —
Even less than desire, not to spill it!

Let me believe in one forever, I’m
a demon wanting to be, for surely. —
& I burn myself coming to meet you
losing it — and when lost do I discover it can bother me,
and no needies: no way I plan to wait for you,
I think I am a traveler
playing your game — lose me, burn me,
& tie me down, I take whatever decision it is, out of your
mouth; I plan not to claim I’m crying like a crazy
bitch, or thinking about being able to have other girls. . . .
Pft. Yeah!
I couldn’t want you like you may desire me,
can desire you with all my needs —
had enough of you? Too much of you? Blaming you?
You spill your soul to me, I give you
mojo; wishes fail me, you witches!

Listen!
I need to hold you, & you’re coming like the wind blows
I’d rather just accept that I started to be no one
Before I thought of turning into somebody, I
Don’t want to do you gone, missing —
Listen!
I need to hold you, & you’re coming like the wind blows
I’d rather just accept that I started to be no one
Before I thought of turning into somebody, I
Don’t want to do you gone, missing —
Even less than desire, not to spill it!

Suspend disbelief in an eternity, as one eternally. . . .

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