I changed my locks, you can't get to me

I didn't mi d burning my bridges

Ill see you on the other side

i fuckin don't care (HA HA HA) 

I close my eyes and i see fields of white and lilac bell-shped flowers, as if drawn by first grade's left handed boy

frágil, valente desafiador dos jogos de estupro mental, the real mind fucker

this is where i come to bre a t  h

narciso

como se fosse grande coisa para ser usada, pequeno lixo humano.

saudade

na esquina do pé, nos passos retrógrados, a gente vai mancando com todos os ossos gastos que deixamos tatuados.

ultimo dia

amanhã cabou remédio, cabou esse qualquer coisa que tá bem pra cá de marrakesh.

carnaval é perder:

o celular 

a carteira

a esperança de acordar o peito

f U c k

love is just a four lettered word: 

três brasileiras

uma mexicana

dois franceses

eu falo tudo que sinto em todas as línguas do meu peito

come back

here is the open gallery of open chests and I look inside trying to find anything that looked like me torn apart.

I don't know how to love anymore, that's a sad but true conclusion. think I gave myself not long ago, not too much, but unfortunately now I realize that little was really all I had to give.

mr cold heart

my heart is still, like a cobblestone waiting for the road to come, silent in all its rage. whatever happened to me, long ago, doesn't matter anymore. there is some unholiness in dying as a hero when you're still alive and breathing, when all the congratulation applauses come from people who believe you're doing fine on controlling your impulses, on mending and patching up old bruises. I am not ok, I am dead inside myself. My heart is like a party with music and no ones dancing. I am desperate to run, I am dying for taquichardia. I am sorry.

na pipa

nada me incomoda e isso me incomoda mais que tudo; assim fica impossível morrer de amor.

some kinda demon

in her own mad mind she's in love with you

god knows i loved your brains

maggots and all

marred by the best choices i made

The days i loved you were The days i never loved myself

margolis

deitar nas lembranças de vc ainda me serve de algum consolo, sentir o cheiro azedo do suor antigo, ressuado, a vida continua e continuou

II

and maybe thats what we get for giving out our hearts

we become heartless 

&   

what am I doing to myself?

Is there a museum for broken people

Where schoolkids go

To learn about love?

cycling trivialities

you suck life as hard as you can but all you taste is plastic wrapping

num asteróide pequeno

essa felicidade comedida, essa tristeza aguada, eu não sei viver no meio de nada.

do you have any idea of how hard it is to hate the things you love, Mr. Carson? I bet you don't and let me tell you, it's the worst you can feel about something. I'm set free at this crossroad of completely opposite sentiments and still feel like there's nowhere to go, so tell me: is it fair? 

and how would you say it to yourself long algo when you still could,

when the words were still little birds and 

what next?

what have you still got left

to win back?

baby you ain't got nothing to get

and i bet
that's worse than having nothing to lose

let's go away man

let's get away

before they get things their way

it's just a matter of time til someone snaps

let's go away man

let's get away

before they get things their way

it's just a matter of time til someone snaps

meds

keep me tight, too tight and i do things right

I keep my mind & you can keep the rest

oh darling i can keep the branch from shaking if you dare leave the nest

you dont mind burning your bridges?