Tear me down

Te recibieron unas manos que te acariciaron la espalda. Él te sonrió, cargó tus maletas, te abrazó. Él escuchó tus historias, tus quejas, tu enojo, tu no entender las cosas. Él sí te escuchó. Y te secó las lágrimas. Y te besó los labios. Y te llamó con nombres hermosos, y te instaló una cama frente al mar. Él es perfecto. Entonces abres tu bolso, extraes los cigarrillos y quieres prender uno. No traes fuego. Le pides un cerillo. En lugar de eso, te ofrece un encendedor. Un encendedor rojo.

Then you cry. You cry because of her, or maybe because of you. You remember her eyes, and then you remember falling in love because of her eyes. You don't want to remember her eyes, but still you do. Your skin remembers her skin. Your fingers recall the touch of her fingers. You're silent. You say nothing. You want to, but you say nothing. You're alone. You're sad. You know that's no good, and wish you could do something about it. You could go out, meet your friends, call your family, drive down-town. You could. You don't. You're stuck in your house, feeling lonely, wandering around, wondering. You feel something is about to tear you down. And then... a tear comes down.

You're falling.

You're fallling, but you're not falling in love.

Not this time.

Now you're falling apart.