In love, there is but one expected result, tragedy.

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When everything tears from me, I feel like a hurricane rips my heart out of my chest. And it hurts. Mistakes hurt. Worse than sin. What hurts more is my happiness fading into pretty memories. Dizzy from so many turns in such little time. I search for a reason, a possible explanation to why yellow birds turn black. Strenght less I cannot catch the wind, I cry trying. And it hurts. How it pulls you away from me. You need compassion, but you rip the patience out of me like words of love. And the symphony winds down, winding down into the unfinished melody. I fear failing in the fragility of my words. I speak not in English, you may scream at me the mistakes, when the only mistake is me. And maybe the answer is to walk my melody alone. Although you’ve written the book, I still don’t understand the ending. Like the flower you destroyed yesterday, I am weak. You didn’t/don’t even notice. You’re a star-butterfly, but you burn me with your light. And it hurts. Hurts every time the hurricane rips out my heart.

* I originally wrote this in Spanish. So here is the original. I’ve never written anything in Spanish before, this was the first piece I ever wrote. *

CUANDO TODO SE DESPEGA DE MI, SIENTO QUE UN HURRACAN ME ARRANCA EL CORAZON DE MI PECHO. Y DUELE. DUELEN LOS ERRORES. DUELES COMO PECADOS. PERO LO QUE DUELE MAS ES REALIZAR MI FELICIDAD ESTA CONVERTIENDOSE EN UNA BONITA MEMORIA. MI CABEZA ESTA MARIADA DE TANTAS MALAS VUELTAS EN POCO TIEMPO PASADO. Y BUSCO UNA RAZON, SOLO UNA BUENA RAZON PORQUE LOS PAJAROS AMARILLOS SE VUELVEN NEGROS. NO TENGO LA FUERZA DE AGARRAR EL VIENTO, LLORANDO TRATO. Y DUELE. COMO TE DESPEGA DE MI. NECESITAS COMPASION, PERO ARRANCAS LA PACIENCIA DE MI COMO LAS PALABRAS DE AMOR. EL SYMPHANO WINDS DOWN. WINDING DOWN INTO AN UNFINISHED MELODY. ME CANZO SER TAN FRAGIL EN MIS PALABRAS. NI LAS DIGO EN INGLES, POR QUE TAL VEZ ME GRITAS MIS ERRORES, CUANDO EL UNICO ERROR SOY YO. Y TAL VEZ LA UNICA RESPUESTA ES CAMINAR MI MELODIA A SOLAS. AUNQUE TODO EL LIBRO LO ESCRIBISTE, TODAVIA NO ENTIENDO MI FINAL. SOY DEBIL COMO LA FLOR QUE DESTRUYISTE AYER. NI CUENTA TE DAS. COMO UNA ESTRELLA-MARIPOSA ERES, PERO TU LUZ ME QUEMA. Y DUELE. DUELE CADA VEZ QUE EL HURRACAN ME ARRANCA EL CORAZON.