15 minutes in paradise.

One for french movies,

two for pizzas,

three for the girls,

and four for the boys.

Five for vintage,

six for flowers,

seven for ice cream,

eight for photos.

Nine for polaroid cameras,

and ten for vodka.

The eleventh goes for magazines,

and the twelfth is for my guitar.

Thirteen because I like to sing,

Fourteen because you and me,

just got fifteen ways of falling in love.

I know you'll be gone.

"We know the beginning, we know the end."

All my poems are the same,

They start with a capital letter,

and end with a "."

All my dreams are the same,

they start with you,

and end with a "you and me",

What does that mean?.

We are born alone,

and we leave this world by ourselves.

I'm guarded,

Goodbyes are the only thing I've ever learned.

Life teach us that love is cruel,

we learn how to shoot at someone,

before we learn how to say I love you.

I know I cried when I was born,

and sadly,

I know you'll be crying when I'm gone.

I know love starts with a "hello"

and ends with a "bye".

I know the melody,

I know the instruments,

I know the lyrics,

that will tell our story.

I know the beginning,

I know the end.

Go away.

Cut the pictures,

burn the letters,

delete the song.

Maybe I was obsessed,

or I loved you too much.

I'm not asking for anything,

not asking for your sorrow,

not asking for your voice.

I used to know the color of your eyes,

I pictured your smile a thousand times,

I counted your freckles everyday.

I don't anymore.

I'm not asking for a call,

don't try to pick me up,

I need to learn which rocks to jump.

Do not look at me,

with those green eyes.

Don't talk to me,

and give me that perfect smile.

Hide yourself,

I don't want to count your freckles,

you have 4.

Time.

People say, Time erases your pain,

But, what if it doesn't?

I've learned that time doesn't cure the wounds,

time is just a word we use,

to comfort ourselves,

and to convince our hearts to get over it.

Time is what make us vulnerable,

Time means future, changes, fears.

Time won't make us feel better,

but time will pass until I do.

Time won't make me forget you,

but the things you will do over the time.

Time,

Things happen,

people change.

Time is where we are standing now,

where we were standing yesterday,

and where will be standing tomorrow.

Time is not a magical doctor,

and time will not put my heart together again,

but,

time will bring the person that will.

Dreams about you.

Those times when we used to either laugh or cry together.

Those times when we used to dance in the hallways, when we kissed, when we talked.

I won't forget those times, when you hold my hand, and dragged me to your chest, and I cried and cried for hours, and you wouldn't dare to move, to ask or to hide.

I promise to you, that I won't forget anything, I will remember every single secret, every single kiss, every single song.

I promise I will remember my dreams with you, that little house we had, our kids, our bookshelves with that big section we used to call "To read", I won't forget it, but I won't make it real either.

Your letters, your songs, those tons of ice cream we had every saturday, and all those calories too. Those are thing I won't forget, ever.

Your kisses that tasted like strawberries sometimes, your hair that seamed to smell always the same, that cologne your grandma gave to you on your birthday, that cologne that had the power to made me want to stay with you the hole day, and your wide open arms, always giving me somewhere to cry.

I won't forget all the heartbeats, the butterflies on my stomach and all the things that had made you unforgettable .

I won't forget you, because you didn't exist.

Winter on July, Summer on January.

While we sit right here, in this park bench, in this small town, we wait for something to happen. Won't be snow, because we're in the middle of the summer and it certainly won't be something riveting. We wait for something to come, like glitter falling from the sky, like flowers growing from the sun. We wait for a stutterer to read us Shakespeare, we wait for a "Now is the winter of our discontent, made glorious summer". And thats it, we wait for the summer. Even if it's 27C in this park, we wait for the summer to come to our hearts. Because several moths back, we got cold during January, during February and is still cold on July. Because my heart can feel the snow, even when my hands can touch the grass, because my eyes see white, even when you hold my hand.

Because I'm still waiting for you, to be my sun.