El zumbido

Daily ranting on a bossy chick's life.

3/10/2007

unsuccesful sabotageusse

I haven't succeeded.
And it feels so great to fail, specially with you.
My history of close relationships with men is full of mishaps and bad timings and rushes and passion and suffering, tears and indifference and many other negative words.
And I've always known I'm the one sabotaging my own happiness, I was born blue with melancholy and with an addiction to never being satisfied, always longing for better times, so when I'm at a happy time, I want it to end so I can start remembering the old-good days.
And I'm failing with you.
Cause you're patient and caring and tender (all beneath that rough and beardy surface of you), and I'm loving the now, and I'm always looking to the future (cause for now I'm not with you, but I know that in a couple hours I'll touch but not touch your fingers and feel your soft hands).
I fucking want to fall in love with you so madly it'd make my knees loose ground.
I have a strange certainty we'll get there, and if we don't, I've always remember you as one of the most incredible things that happened to me.
I promise I'll give up on the sabotaging and just let myself go.

Gracias por tus regalitos, tus besitos de compromiso y el secreto que sólo pedo te pude sacar por que te daba pena.