gotas de casulo

TO FORGET.

I've been supposed to accept the other's weakness
as long as mine comes behind my pseudo-decisions.
I've been forced to take care of the other's eyes
as long as mine used to show silver tears in the darkness.

I've been looking for the other's dreams
as long as mine depends on everybody's smile.
I've been trying to forget the other's feelings
as long as mine should not be here anymore.

Thinking instead of loving.
Wanting instead of hugging.
Sinking instead of swimming.
Writing with no meaning.

I've realized such a contradiction:
After being lost and blue
I'm mostly and more then ever
Unfortunately able to forget you.