She does not love you
He told me.
And I stuck a poisoned doubt between my chest and soul.
I can not say that I loved her, but at least I wanted her.
Her brown curls fell between my fingers on the table.
More than once she discovered me admiring her from afar.
I'm not going to lie to you, I liked it.
But a few words filled me with insecurity.
"She does not love you"
He told me.
Being my best friend, the least I could do was trust him.
He would not do anything to harm me, we were like brothers.
"She does not love you"
He told me.
But one Thursday afternoon he missed our appointment.
"She does not love you"
The bastard told me ...
He was with her in the cafeteria on the block, taken by hands ...
I thought: "Well, it's my friend, I have to support him"
But he completely ignored me by pretending dementia.
Since then I do not believe in anyone.
And I express what I feel whenever I have an opportunity.
Because ... Maybe she did not love me.
But I did love her.
Ella no te ama
Me dijo.
Y me clavé una duda envenenada entre mi pecho y alma.
No puedo decir que la amaba, pero al menos la deseaba.
Sus risos castaños caían entre mis dedos apoyados en la mesa.
Mas de una vez me descubrió admirandola desde lejos.
No voy a mentirles, me gustaba.
Pero unas pocas palabras me llenaron de inseguridad.
"Ella no te ama"
Me dijo.
Siendo mi mejor amigo, lo menos que podía hacer era confiar en el.
No haría nada para dañarme, eramos como hermanos.
"Ella no te ama"
Me dijo.
Pero un jueves por la tarde faltó a nuestra cita.
"Ella no te ama"
Me dijo el bastardo...
Estaba con ella en la cafetería de la cuadra tomado de manos...
Pensé: "Bueno, es mi amigo, debo apoyarle"
Pero al acercarme me ignoró por completo fingiendo demencia.
Desde entonces no creo en nadie.
Y expreso lo que siento siempre que tengo una oportunidad.
Porque... Quizas ella no me amaba.
Pero yo si la amé.
------------Poor Bar--------------