A Vegades El Món Em Fa Por

You walk
without looking at me
I chew
on it again,
silences
that hurt more than both our words.
You dream
of their face,
you think of them
and it’s not me.
You just decided that the only truth is a mistake
You say you’re tired
while you avoid my gaze
goodnight with a voice so sad
that I can’t bring myself to tell you
That sometimes the world scares me,
sometimes I’m not right.
the air carries the scent of tomorrow;
it wasn’t long ago you loved me.
you wait
for a call,
I arrive
too soon,
you hang up
and make us both believe we were wrong.
You invent another excuse,
I listen
pretending,
you shuffle
that photo where you look at me like before.
You say as always
not to adjust the window
and so another old night arrives,
cold as the wind that seeps in.
Sometimes the world scares me,
sometimes I’m not right.
the air carries the scent of tomorrow;
it wasn’t long ago you loved me.
Things that don’t
belong to you and me
fill the margins and paint them dark.
Bitter bullets
open wounds that time doesn’t heal.
Sometimes the world scares me,
sometimes I’m not right.
the air carries the scent of tomorrow;
it wasn’t long ago you loved me.