i know how it feels at night
when all you can think about
is your pain.
and how it feels to wake up,
to pick up the broken pieces
and carry them with you
through a whole new day.
i can see the roads
left on your cheeks,
where your tears traveled down
back into your weary heart.
i can hear the words,
under your chest
and in your soul,
the ones you are
afraid to even whisper.
i have walked in your shoes,
and worn out my soles,
trying to run from the hurt
and the reminder of it.
i have felt my own heart
constantly cracking,
like i know you can yours,
until i realized
it could never be whole again,
if hope was not reborn.
so, dear brokenhearted,
please:
do not get tired of waiting.
all your crushed heart needs
is some rebuilding.

I've tried to tell you at least 1000 times
But the words were too scared to come out
Or the right words didn't exist
In the language I've spoken my whole life
And were I to try another language
They might make more sense
You need to know - it's vital
Both emotionally & physically
And you probably already do
But your mind struggles to process
The immensity of what should have been done
 so long ago
But now seems too late to reverse..

So there I've said it.. Do you understand?
Oh, there I go again. I've said so much &
Tried so hard, but the words won't come out
I'll try again soon, hopefully
Before it's too late....

and i miss you like this
smiling and remembering
those memories
late night on my time
day time in your place
that's how it all started.

así como la lluvia toca la tierra
en un dia soleado.
así llegaste a mi vida:
inesperadamente.

así como el arco iris
abraza el cielo con sus colores.
así llegaste a mi vida,
para pintar mis dias.

así como llegaste aquel 25 de Agosto
a robarle un pedacito de corazón a tus padres.
así has llegado a mi vida,
a robarte mi alma entera.