I'm sorry.
I needed your love to not look inside myself
I needed a laugh to imitate, a life that wasn't shit,
a bridge to another path, a space to invent.
Love is my drug, I usually go to those who don't know where they're going.
Something simple that takes me away from my vac s, breadcrumbs for my paros.
Giants, windmill blades that I never wanted to face.
I'm sorry. I don't know. I'm sorry.
I looked for you only to find myself in the wrong place.
I found you to look for myself and I could only be someone
that only exists by your side.
This Saturday, Camilasbooks reviews two books by the Spanish poet Sara B