Broken Souls

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You were my forever fire that seems to be burning down. We were ignited by a passion and desire that appear to no longer exist. Two souls that loved so fiercely give the impression of no longer being able to co-exist. Two hearts that once so passionately kissed, now only see a near miss. Turning a beautiful story into a sorrowful twist. You were a small guiding light in a dark and stormy world, but just as us, this concept is no more. We were like a falling star, beautiful, but rushing to its death, with no more hope to bet. We were love incarnated and happiness in a perfect picture. But weak became the pillars of our faultless structure. Our love became sicker, our interactions toxic and somehow we both seemed to lose our compassion and logic. We were brought together by the cosmic and ripped apart by our actions. We were and are a sad love story to be told. We are but the remains of to broken souls.

-M.A. Fernández

Copyright © 2018 Marlin Alicea Fernández, Soul to Ink. All Rights Reserved

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The Perfect One

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Lately, I’ve started losing sleep, pondering on everything that is and what could be.

I try to push away the thoughts that invade my brain and yet it always seems in vain.

While my tired soul and body beg for sleep, I lie awake thinking about things that all I wish is to set free.

I am cornered by the notion of never having another conversation with you or following my heart on what do.

Trying to overcome my mistakes;  has become more a game of survival, and less about doing whats right.

Although you were the one who had to overcome betrayal.

I’m the one who can’t sleep at night. I’m the one who never feels right and has no more will to fight.

And while I try to put myself in your shoes, there are things that being you; I still would never do.

They say that hate is the worse emotion someone can feel towards you,

but that’s cause no one has felt the ice cold actions of your indifference.

It’s so clear to see all the changes in your soul and how you are so different.

Even though I fear losing you or worse losing myself, I fear more that I will no longer see you with good eyes.

That there will be no good left to love, that I will hate you so much that I will forget about all the true love.

I’m scared that I will never want to hear your name and bestow you with all the blame.

I have loved you so deeply and for such an immense lapse of time.

That I rather walk away and stay with the memory of the good man that once mine.

-M.A. Fernández

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The Colors of Pain

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Some say pain is blue, but pain can be other colors as well.

Pain is orange and pink like the sunsets we used to watch together.

Pain is aqua like the car you would always arrive in to see me.

Pain is pale cream like the sand we walked upon on our first date.

Pain is light blue and purple like the sky the day you asked me to be yours.

Pain is deep red as the roses you would gift me every month until our very first year.

Pain is yellow with brown spots like the first stuffed animal you ever gave me.

Pain is white and pink like my surprise birthday cake on my nineteenth birthday.

Pain is white like the sheets we use to lay under together.

Pain is red and white like the coolers I used for all of our picnics.

Pain is green like the grass we laid on so many times.

Pain is purple and blue like the luggage we used to travel together.

Pain is black and white, like our first kitten.

Pain is black and silver like the jewelry box you personalized just for me.

Pain is colorful like the fish tank you gave me on our second anniversary.

But most of all; pain is black, a black so deep no other color can ever standout.

Pain is black like the day we parted ways,

pain is black like the moment I realized you would no longer stay.

Pain is black like the moment I lost my best friend.

Pain is black like every day we fought to try and get back together.

Pain is black like coming to grasp with the fact I was fighting in vain. 

Pain is black like crying every day.

Pain is black like feeling alone, like having no purpose.

Pain is black like flying thousands of miles only to hear you no longer loved me.

Pain is black like I still love you.

Pain is black like I will always love you and will have to live with the notion that I forever lost you.

Pain is the color attached to every broken memory.

-M.A. Fernández

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Hey guys! I decided to make one small change to my author profile this year by changing my author name to M.A.Fernández. I also decided to take a big step, at least for me, in my writing “career”. It can be considered my first try and I was so nervous, but I hope you guys still enjoy it.

Freedom Battles

I look into his eyes so wild so untamed. I see something else but it can’t quite be named. Maybe it’s fear or maybe it’s shame. I hear his words and think maybe it’s true, maybe we don’t need love, maybe we can choose. Maybe happiness is in the freedom that comes from being alone, maybe we don’t need another soul to feel at home. But if this is true, then why do I feel a greater peace only when he’s next to me. Why is it that only with him, do I feel free? We’re in a battle of loving and being unloved, with no help or guidance from above. We’re losing battles and hoping to win the war, while everyone seems to be keeping score.

-M.A. Fernández

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