How lonely are you? 

How lonely are you?

How lonely you must be to reach out to me,
the one you haven’t spoke to in months,
the one you claimed to have hurt you and damaged your heart…

Oh how lonely you must feel.
Living in a different city nowhere near where you want to be.

You said you have someone to hold at night,
someone that loves you and gets who you are
yet, here you are talking to me,
reaching for my hand and saying you miss me.

You say that you miss us,
that you miss who we use to be,
well we will never be those two so get over it.

How lonely you must feel,
wanting to feel again the love I once offered you.
But you rejected it
and I tried and tried and failed each time.
Still I was always there, you never were.

I’m sorry you feel this way,
but we’re not friends,
we’re nothing.

How lonely you must feel
to reach out to stranger
just to feel like you’re not alone on this rainy monday night.

Don’t be sorry

You said that you were sorry you caused me pain.
Don’t be sorry.
It’s not your fault that I was naive,
It’s not your fault that I believed in love,
That you loved me.
It’s not your fault that I thought you were the one,
It’s not you fault that I still do.
So don’t be sorry that you broke my heart,
Cause for all I know I did it to myself.

Time Goes By Pretty Fast

Time goes by pretty fast
Maybe I didn’t realize until a while ago
Maybe I always knew it was not meant to last.
But time goes by so fast,
Sometimes in a glimpse of an eye
Sometimes a little more
But time is all that I have and what I lack.
Seconds, hours, days, months go on
You’re still on my mind every once in awhile.
With you, time was slower,
and somehow faster
Now you’re gone and the feeling is gone,
Like I’m numb.
But time heals everything
And time goes by pretty fast
So maybe I’ll forget you soon
Soon enough to have time again.
So here’s to time, so it goes on pretty fast.

Dreams Of A Past Life

The other day I dreamt about you
It was weird as f*ck
It left me thinking about you
And how you’ve been
I wanted to reach out
To talk to you for the old times sake
But then I realized you wouldn’t care
Honestly it kills me that we’re not friends
But we wanted different things
We couldn’t put out differences apart
So we chose to fight
You called me crazy
I called you a jerk
Which is what you are,
because you broke my heart
And even now, when I dream of you
Even when I think of the good times we had
There’s a voice in the back of my mind saying
“Don’t go back to what hurt you
Don’t go back to the one who broke you
You’ve come a long way
To let him win again would be a waste”
So I didn’t reach out
I didn’t text you
I didn’t call
You’re in the past
And my future is next
I hope you’re good
I hope you’re doing fine
And that this dream I had
Was just a reminder to never go back

This is how I love you

I love the smell of wet dirt, the crickets singing in the dark,
the way the grass moves when the wind blows,
the way the full moon lights up the water,
the colors in the sky when the sun is setting and breeze of chilly wind while I’m walking makes me feel alive.
I like the feeling of the moonlight in my face when I go to bed and the warm sunlight when I wake up.
Nothing makes me feel more like home than the feeling of clean sheets in my bed against my tired body after traveling and a homemade chicken soup.
I like talking, I love hearing, but I like being alone with my own thoughts;
getting lost in the infinity of possibilities, of ideas and moments that could’ve been but weren’t, the ones that were, are and will be.
I love seeing people smile when they’re walking down the street, babies playing and kids being kids.
I enjoy slow paced afternoons talking about everything and nothing at all, making people laugh, think and improve is a hobby of mine, and even if I never say it I really hate red wine.
I love the goosebumps I get when hearing a new song, people’s honesty and watching bad movies.
I like talking to myself and laughing at my own bad jokes.
I love the smell of fresh bread, the feeling of chocolate melting in your mouth, the bitterness of a beer passing through my throat and the way a good meal makes me dance of happiness.
I love love. I love simple. I love sweaters and cold weather.
I think everything can be pretty and good.
I cry with romantic movies and I love me a good mystery to solve.
I love shopping and I can be dramatic, I believe that everything can be solved with a little bit of talking.
I love sleeping until late in the morning and staying up at night. I love mid day naps and the smell of firewood just being lit.
I deeply enjoy the sound of the wind going through the trees’ leaves, almost like bells calling for the rain.
I love coffee and the sound rain makes when crashing against a window,
the reflection of water in a dark surface when the sun hits it,
and out of the blue late nights with friends that turn into mornings.
I like aerial views and going to new places. I love freedom and independence.
I love old buildings and taking photos, living in the moment and remembering the old days.
I love the feeling of air conditioning in a hot wet summer day, the gloomy look in the northern countries and a snow day.
I love what I want and I do what I do.
But over all things, I love YOU the most. It’s true.

My Trending Stories

Hello everyone! I wanted to share with you a really cool thing that’s happening in my life right now. It involves two of the things I love the most: writing and the internet.

If you haven’t guessed by now, I’m a collaborator for a new website called My Trending Stories!! That’s right, I’ll be writing for MTS – where I just posted my first article so check it out, it’s about being away from the people you love and how I survive any kind of long distance relationship.

How exciting is that I’m doing it!? I’ll still be blogging from here, so don’t worry cause I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be posting 2 or 3 times a week, maybe more, on MTS so be sure to stayed tune to my twitter account, and to the blog, where I’ll share the posts.

I’ll be posting different content in here than on MTS, but occasionally I’ll post the same on both, so expect lots of writing!

I’m really happy about these and I’m looking forward to see where this takes me.

Thank you for reading me and I’ll talk to you soon!



Empty Seats

About a year ago you broke my heart, but I didn’t realize it until it was too late.


I kept chasing after you like my life depended on it.
You never said you loved me, but you said you cared and at the time it was enough for me to stay. I didn’t know better, so I fell in love with someone who was afraid to feel and to love to point of no return. Sometimes I felt crazy but you always reassured me with what I needed to hear, I even began to think you really loved me but were too afraid to accept it.
You left early in the morning so we stayed up all night, talking and kissing. All your friends went to the soccer game but you chose me instead, and in that moment, I swear, I just wanted you to stay.
We cried all the way to the airport and when it was time for you to board your flight I felt my heart sink to the ground. Everyone was looking but we didn’t care, we hold on to each other while I hid my face on your shoulder.
We hugged and kissed, promised to see each other again. But deep down I knew that this was the last time, you didn’t let me go and that broke my heart even more. I knew you had to leave, that this wonderful adventure had to end so I let go of your hand. Everything felt like a movie. I walked away, not looking back cause I knew everything had come to an end.
I remember crying all the way back home, shaking from the cold and the pain. I couldn’t sleep for the first couple weeks and cried every time I walked by our favorite spots in town.
I still remember your smile, the way your lips tasted and the way you smelled after a shower. I wonder if you ever think about me, about what we used to be. I wonder if sometimes, at night, you wish I was by your side. Have you been with another girl? Was it all just a game? Did you ever loved me or did you really just “cared”?
And that’s when I realized you broke my heart the day you left.



I kissed someone else’s lips
It felt like I was cheating on you.
There were no sparks,
No love,
No feelings but lust.
I cried all the way home
Feeling lost and confused
Wishing it was you I kissed.