quisiera tener la oportunidad
de poder tenerte encima de mi.
i remember myself crying, the day before.
probably, no profound reason, just distress.
shouting to my king something like,
[it was me, who made you! what do you think, you are??]
probably, i ain`t getting enough sleep these days.
the birthday was a great mess,
starting with a freekish expensive Italian and sliding to
pizza, hugs and cheap whiskey. i love my guys like hell.
getting it to the deep level,
i would have said myself something like this, 10 years ago.
girl, you do need to learn how to kneel.
shred that fucked up pride of yours, it is no good.
they would adore, seeing you down and they take you up.
you will bear no loss, but you will be able to get so much more.
cut babe, cut hard.
no way is easy, Q.
even with all those scars, blood and abyss.
but at least yours will have no regrets.
tu sabes que soy tu hombre.