One day you decided to leave, taking my heart and leaving behind a lifeless body that gradually was consumed over time to just be a bunch of bones without purpose and I did not understand it, because only in fiction movies, the bones move , the skulls walk, the corpses speak the dead without heart feel, that's how until recently I understood it.
It was not my life that moved me, it was the life that you planted in me and that is trapped by skin, flesh and bones without being able to escape, but being trapped only between bones had the opportunity to escape flying and be free, surprisingly and without Any knowledge, never lifted the flight out of me, because I knew that life was not one, it was two. It was also the one that gave mobility to this bone bag broken empty and meaningless to keep moving.
And while my thirst for revenge grew, my illusion of hope flew with bright and beautiful butterflies and expressed with small pieces of my soul in indelible ink and paper, I always thought that my thirst for vengeance and resentment would be greater than my will, being a surprise when with just one kiss you gave me, you destroyed it completely and you turned me into a frightened and fearful puppy.
You did not return to me because of illusion, caprice or foolishness, you came back because a force greater than you dictated that it be so, do not let that life that remains there also become a sack of bones, since there is nothing left to move this skull .
