Rain

The rain comes,

I enjoy that.

More than sunny days.

The sunny days,

they are past.

The past that everyone is stayed at.

Now is time for the rain to shine,

why don't anyone take a breath of it?

Is just perfect the way it is,

its magical nature,

drops reflecting everything.

And they still think of sunny days.

I am rain now.

Can't you accept it?

I won't bring sunny days back.

I like the way it flows now.

                                                   -Bell

Know this

You and me.

The perfect team.

But everything good has an end, right?

I just wanted to let you know

that whatever is on your mind,

I won't ever give up

on you.

On us.

You the rhythm

and I the blues.

They had been separated, but once united,

they created the perfect kind of music,

The music that keeps us alive.

                                               -Bell

You and Me

This is this easy.

You believe me, I need you.

You support me, I listen to you.

You love me, I love you.

You see me, I hug you.

You harden me, I soften.

You lose yourself, I seek you.

You teach me, I play.

You think you believe, I teach you to see.

You think, I live.

You kill, I look.

You love, I shut up.

You hurt yourself, I fall apart.

You look indifferent, I emphasize you.

You don't want, I wish.

You don't have hope, 

I live hopeful,

hopeful that one day you'll realize how wrong you were.

I said it was easy, not fair.

                                                                         -Bell

A little hopeful

I can't lie.

I can't be unnoticed.

I can't pretend.

But I can be hopeful sometimes.

Sometimes a little too much.

I like that.

Someday you'll see,

everything I was hopeful for,

is now a reality.

                                      -Bell

The way it is

Because being like this,

The way I am,

 you learn it when you live,

while living next to you.

                                                                                            - Bell

Obvious

You said to let go.

I don't want to.

You tried to get me mad.

It didn't work.

You tried to push me away from you.

In that moment I knew it wasn't you.

                                               -Bell

The harsh reality, from outside (long edition)

I know you will be happy with him.

I know he will treat you like a queen.

I know your fights are going to be about who pays for the food, 

because you're going to insist that you have to pay for it.

I know you will be the happiest girl in the world, 

that's when I will know that it was worth being hopeful.

But I also know that you will forget me, it is inevitable. 

That I will be the girl who was a very good friend of yours at school, 

whose name you do not remember.

I know we wait for a forever, 

when the end may be tomorrow.

I also know that I will be a lot of forgotten memories, in the corner of your memory. 

Actually, I do not ask for more, 

with that I have more than enough.

I know you'll be happy, 

and I know you'll be fine, even better than with me.

But on the contrary to you, 

I will remember you.

I will remember you as the girl who changed me, loved me, respected me, listened,

more than I do to myself.

The girl who said she was alone

 when she had me and many more people constantly at her side.

The girl that I accompanied, listened and loved for so long 

so that there would be days when my harvest, my work, were nonexistent.

I know it sounds selfish, but I also have my limits.

I'm tired of lying, of smiling because "that will make you feel better", 

I'm tired of thinking that I have the obligation to make you laugh with a joke,

when in reality that joke was my life, 

I'm tired of thinking that one day you'll be able to read this and say no word.

You know?

All those times that I told you that I was going to be your notebook

 so you could write in me your story, your dreams, longings and nightmares, 

that I was just going to listen to you and be?

 But you were waiting for an answer instead. 

I do not want or I hope that of you, 

I am tired of saying it, sending you hints 

telling you that no answer was necessary.

I just needed you there.

The girl who caused an earthquake of emotions in every way.

The girl who inspired me to write.

The girl who was sometimes very obvious that she was lying, 

 and I did nothing.

The girl who said stupid things

 that I did not know how to clarify.

You will be this message, 

never sent, never forgotten, never received, 

but thought, saved and loved.

I'll remember you and say;

"Thank you for what was us.

And you're welcome,

 because I know that deep down you also feel the same."

What is she?

What she seemed,

is not what she showed.

What she showed,

is not what she chose.

What she chose,

is not who she is.

                                               -Bell

Why?

Why do you inhale me?

Why are you losing me?

Why are you not?

Why did you suddenly appear?

Why was I so stupid to not disappear?

Everything was perfect,

until I showed up.

I'm not sorry, I'm not proud.

I just wonder

without hope of answer.

                                -Bell

A Monster

And then,

suddenly it grows.

This monster is chasing her.

She can't scape.

She doesn't know how to.

She never wanted to learn how to,

she didn't need to.

And now she has to.

It's curious how

the escenary changes.

                                         -Bell

From him to her

They say you have to look up.

Keep going no matter what or who.

My looking up and moving forward is summed up in one word:

You.

I will look and I will continue with you.

Without you,

It would not be a forward.

         They say fall in love, have fun, live happy.

 Never realizing they are contradicting themselves.

Never realizing it hurts.

They say it as it was easy.

Neither you or love can go in one sentence.

You need a book.

Our love a library.

But our story without an ending.

Am I asking for too much?

                                                      -Bell

From her to him

You are taking too much to realize that it was

 meant to happen,

meant to be.

Not you and me.

That's just a stupid dream.

You were supposed to make it high, to make it.

To get as high as the dark blue skies of the night,

and you did.

But when you promised a star, 

you didn't realize you had brought me the whole universe.

You got me more than I ever expected.

We don't even know each other.

More like you don't know me.

I'll give you the star.

My star.

I'll go up high and collect the star and I'll engrave it.

I'll give you my song.

It was already yours.

You just have to wait.

                                                                        -Bell

You

Every hello begins with a smile.

Every smile begins with shyness.

Every shyness begins with a moment.

Every moment begins with a situation.

Every situation begins with a stare.

Every stare begins and ends with you.

Don't leave my sight.

Just say hello, 

I'll finish it.

                                -Bell

Me

I wish.

I dream too much.

I wait for too many.

I hope too huge.

I trust too little.

I just wish I could wake up decided.

I just dream about a perfect tomorrow.

I just wait too many, too much.

I just hope for the results.

At the end everything ends,

so I stay, watch and learn.

I trust little, because I feel so tiny.

And yet again,

I begin to wish.

                                                 -Bell

Him

Him.

In love.

Him.

Lost in her.

Him.

Asking too many questions,

too many without answer.

Him.

Not knowing who himself was,

found a reason on her.

A reason.

That's all he needed,

or that's what he thought.

                               -Bell

Her

She.

And especific her.

An especific someone.

Not necessarily human, 

she was considered by herself as something new.

Not always the good part of new though.

Every collection has their side.

1. Exciting, rebelious, happy.

2. Hard to buy, too visited, many expectations.

The list? Goes on and on.

Her? Not really.
                                             
                                                           -Bell

Him and Her

She was darkness.
He was cold.
She was empty.
He was the bowl.
She was screaming in silence.
He was the echo.
She was skin.
He was tatoo.
She was broken.
He was an open book.

She was his song.
He was her melody.

Each of them needed each other to be full.
To find lust in what seemed lost.

-Bell