La Virgen de las Mercedes

sad as fuck

You can run away if you want
and I‘ll nail my feet to the floor if it means not chasing you
I am not your sister
I am not my brother
I am my Mother’s daughter
I am Dario’s Helena
I am deep swells of love and need
and war cries flung far
I am bitter cold of black skies, shaped like bowls
and warm blue, punctured by wooded lungs
I am rich, soft brown
I am hot tears
I am berry-colored lips
and the fingers on the back of your neck
I am Home Alone and Hook and A Little Princess on DVD
I am Alice through the Looking Glass
and Ozma ruling Oz
I am Wendy with her sickly sweet medicine cup in hand
and your thimble in my pocket reminds me

hay algo en mi para amar