In the end, my death was in vain
Because even after all she told me,
She still chose another man.

I believe you when you say you still love me,
But it cuts so deep,
Because every night, your face is still the only thing I see.

I take solace in the glass castle I built,
A smoke-filled room,
Unused pieces of silk.

I need to numb myself,
Or I will combust.
Unfortunately, this is the hand that was dealt,
The universe is simply unjust.

I wanted to scream,
To yell and hate,
But you invoke only love in me.
I think pain has always been my fate.

Our game has been played,
And "no" has always been your answer.
I had hope you would choose the future we could make,
I keep searching for happiness, but that hope just grows fainter.

Maybe it was my fault.
Maybe I'm the problem.
I'm tired now and full of doubt.
I'm lost, stuck in this solemn.

I think I was born to be hurt.
It hurts so deep when your name I say
Maybe I'm not supposed to be loved.
Maybe this is just my price to pay.

The smoke in the window knows your name,
And the stars are tired of me describing your smile.
The ash remembers how I cried in shame,
And not fighting for you before makes me vile.

No more, I say,
As I yell at the storm.
Because if you let me, I will stay,
And forever praise your heavenly form.

Dark clouds and cold weather,
It's okay, baby, I got you.
I always carry an umbrella,
And I brought you a sweater too.

If I told you the rain wouldn't wet,
And that the sea would stay calm,
I've wanted you since the day we met,
Like it was written in a lost psalm.

I feel like I can see colors now,
As my world finds its missing piece.
From the depths of my soul, I vow
To cherish you with every heartbeat.

You are engraved in my heart,
Written deep within my soul,
Marked upon my very being—
In my life, you are the goal.

We complete each other,
We dance to the same songs.
We are meant to be together,
And yet you denied my fond.

I'm hurt, and I can see my soul cry,
I'm bleeding love that belongs to you.
I wished we could be in each other's sight,
But fate has torn us in two

Oh, help me, enchantress of the night,
I wanted to ask to forget her, but I can't.
It's out of control—my love for her is too might,
And the thought of losing her prompts me to faint.

So I'm in your hands like I've always been,
I will wait for you in all my scenes,
In all the universes and timelines,
I will come for you anywhere with our agreed sign

Oh Lord, I’m tired—so deeply worn,
I loved with all my being.
I gave my best, my heart was torn,
Yet still, I stand unseen.

I beg for mercy on this ache,
I poured my all—it wasn’t enough.
Alone I lie, no hand to take,
As pillows drink my sorrow’s touch.

I will now gather my broken pieces,
Though they once fit perfectly with yours.
But now, I can never call you mine—
Not anymore.

The music in my ears echoes the ache in my soul,
While my words transcribe this heartbreak.
This is all I have left to show,
And I write it for my own sake.

I am an astronomer and a lover—
I fell for a star.
But she chose the orbit of another,
Leaving me to watch from afar.

Morpheus, please don’t let me dream of her,
I can't wake to poetry on my pillow again.
My best was never enough to offer,
And my lost proclamations were in vain.

My heat is made to warm your cold skin,
My body designed to fit your bed.
My fingers shaped to rest in yours between
My soul can't bear to see you sad.

My poetry runs down my face like rivers,
And the verses spill onto the floor.
My devotion can’t be hidden in slivers,
And my heart longs for yours.

I used to push the pain away,
But now I welcome it.
With each word you say,
I draw closer to the throne you sit.

I want to yell to the world
All the verses that belong to you.
I can travel the light and the universe’s fold—
I just hope you love me too.

On the nights we can't speak,
It’s like feeling the wind before the storm.
I know the presence that I seek,
I dream with  the shapes your shadow form.

I will wait for you in a sea of a thousand stars,
I will carve your name in corners hidden from sight.
I will dive through echoes afar,
And write until my poetry runs dry.

I dreamed of you last night,
And I write as if you'll see this
Oh, dear love all might
Bring me the one I miss.

I close my eyes to the abyss,
Turn my back on my maze
In the rain, I feel your kiss—
I can't meet Morpheus without your embrace.

The cigarette smolders in my window
As the light in my room grows dim.
I apologize to my lungs,
But I need the nicotine.

I hear the rain fall
And my fan spin.
I can only think of you—
My favorite sin.

I see the darkness smile,
My oldest friend.
The city sleeps
As my heart I try to mend

I write, shrouded by smoke,
The lighter flickers, lighting my room.
Your presence in this ritual I try to invoke,
Yet my mind drifts back to you.

I miss you like my lungs miss nicotine,
I miss you like the earth craves the rain.
I stop myself from wondering what could have been—
Without you, I’m not sure I can love again.

Like a cancer, I grow in your mind.
Like a plague, I consume your dreams.
Like a curse, I walk in your thoughts.
Like a spell, I compel you to say my name.
Like a drug, I travel in your blood.

I question your ability to forget me.
I challenge your capacity to keep me blocked.
I'm a warlock of your pleasure,
The root of your sins.

You are my goddess of the storm,
I beg you for your might.
I praise your heavenly form,
I need you every night.

The rhythm of our conversation
Makes the beats of my heart a wreck.
My soul can feel your vibration,
My hands crave your neck.

I can see you in the smoke,
I can hear you in the rain.
Like a priest, your pleasure I invoke,
And like a doctor, I remove your pain.

Se eu contasse os segundos em que penso em você,
Se eu te mostrasse a profundidade do meu sentimento,
Se eu te lesse todos os versos que escrevi sobre você,
Se eu te revelasse a imensidão do meu amor,

Não haveria tempo suficiente no universo,
Nem lugares onde sua presença não fosse sentida.
Não haveria músicas sem a sua assinatura,
Nem poemas sem o brilho do seu sorriso.
Não haveria cor nos quadros que não viesse da sua pele,
Nem sonhos sem o calor dos seus olhos.

Espero que meu nome
tenha sabor doce na sua boca,
e que minhas mensagens
sempre encontrem o carinho do seu olhar.

Eu lhe declaro que só com você minha solidão some,
e apenas em suas fotos meu olho foca.
Seu sorriso, sozinho, me leva à casa após minhas viagens,
com seus olhos, exclusivamente, aprendi a amar.

Quando você fala comigo, é minha alma que responde,
Como se houvesse um caminho direto para o meu coração,
No lugar onde minha insegurança se esconde
E onde seu nome inspira minha canção.

Existem coisas que eu quero dizer,
Mas não inventaram as palavras ainda
Como posso te enxergar sem conseguir ver,
Só sobrevivo à sua ida por causa da vinda.

Este sentimento me drena,
Consome meu lirismo.
Quando a mente se vai, o poeta entra em cena,
Pois com você nunca passei por achismos.

Neste mar de poesia,
Ondas de versos e palavras tentam me afogar,
Mas em meio ao caos eu vi o seu nome,
E finalmente pude respirar.

Como a luz no fim do túnel,
Como o poço no deserto,
Como o farol na tempestade,
Em meio aos infinitos olhos do destino, eu sinto o seu olhar.

Me acolhe em seus braços
E deixa sua cabeça eu acariciar.
Deixa-me dormir em seu abraço
E, em meus braços, você descansar.

Eu reconheço seu efeito em mim,
Como um entorpecente da alma.
Falando com você, eu esqueço do fim,
Pois, nas praias do seu coração, encontrei minha calma.

Eu nunca escrevi tanto,
Eu nunca orei tanto,
Eu nunca sorri tanto.
Acho que nunca vivi tanto
Quanto eu vivo com você.

As paredes do meu quarto nunca fizeram tanto sentido
Como fazem quando olho para elas pensando em você.
De músicas românticas, meu fone está sempre sortido,
E o relógio nunca passou tão devagar como quando quero te ver.

O sol agora aquece minha alma,
E toda noite a lua de amor de aula.
As estrelas escutam atentas enquanto descrevo seu olhar,
E os astros agora invejam um homem solitário que aprendeu a amar.

Se eu tentar escrever em palavras,
Tocar em músicas
Ou pintar em quadros,
Não alcançaria o que sinto por você.

Não existem palavras em idiomas,
Sonhos de poetas
Ou inspirações de compositores
Que façam jus ao que você é.

Eu abandono a estrutura poética,
As regras líricas e toda crença cética.
Sou um observador da obra divina,
Um escrivão da sua obra-prima.