Me miras
como si quisieras decirme algo,
lo puedo sentir aunque no pronuncies
palabras entre tus labios.
Me miras
con esos ojos canela
de los que me he enamorado
a simple y primera vista.
Me miras
con esa pasión y lujuria,
cada vez que posees mi cuerpo
con tu sed de amor y sexo.
Me miras
y no tengo que pensarlo dos veces,
se casi siempre lo que quieres,
porque conectados estamos siempre.
Me miras
y a veces puedo sentir temor,
porque no hace falta palabras
para saber que algo he hecho mal para ti.
Me miras
pero esta vez no es fijo,
como si quisieras dejar de hacerlo,
o al menos eso es lo que pienso.
Me miras
pero me estás esquivando a la vez,
y se siente aquí en mi pecho
un hueco que va drenando y en anhelo.
Me miras
y a la vez me has dejado de mirar
sin ser ciego ni cegado en la oscuridad
porque me alejas y te olvidas de mi.
Dejas de mirarme,
y solo siento las punzadas,
entre mi piel hasta mis huesos,
porque no estarás de regreso.
You look at me
as if you wanted to tell me something,
I can feel it even if you don't say it
words between your lips.
You look at me
with those cinnamon eyes
that I've fallen in love with
at first sight and at first sight.
You look at me
with that passion and lust,
every time you possess my body
with your thirst for love and sex.
You look at me
and I don't have to think twice,
I know almost always what you want,
because we are always connected.
You look at me
and sometimes I can feel fear,
because there's no need for words
to know that I've done something wrong for you.
You look at me
but this time it's not fixed,
as if you want to stop,
or at least that's what I think.
You look at me
but you're dodging me at the same time,
and it feels here in my chest
a hollowness that is draining and yearning.
You look at me
and at the same time you have stopped looking at me
without being blind or blinded in the dark
because you push me away and forget me.
You stop looking at me,
and I only feel the pangs,
between my skin to my bones,
because you won't be back.
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