Paulina

Beautiful, I used to tell her
Lovely lady, she liked it at night
And a nickname I invented and saved her on WhatsApp
Just to annoy her

She seemed so tender
That in bed she didn't do everything she did
That in life she painted herself as a warrior
My friend and companion

She liked to argue almost as much as I did
She was one to plan and I was more of an improviser
And we were both foolish, immature, and insecure
To forgive

It was almost her birthday yesterday and we haven't talked in two months
And I still fear that she forgot about me
That she already deleted the photos and burned all my letters
While I still leave her lipstick in my car
I haven't deleted the photos, nor burned her letters
Nor stopped loving her

Her name was Paulina
But I never called her by her name
She liked to watch the moon, have popcorn on Sundays
Stay up until 3:00

She liked an 'I love you' very early
Beer, tequila, and mezcal
She asked for eight kisses before leaving
And one more

It was almost my birthday yesterday and we haven't talked in three months
And I still fear that she forgot about me
That she already deleted the photos and burned all my letters
And even though I've removed her lipstick from my car
I haven't deleted the photos, nor burned her letters
Nor stopped loving her

We would have been together for four years and we haven't talked in six months
I almost have the certainty that she forgot about me
That she already deleted the photos and burned all my letters
And even though I've removed her lipstick from my car
And I've deleted the photos and burned her letters
I can't stop loving her