Excerpt from the book I will never write

Perdónenme amigos, lectores, gente ajena a mi
que no he podido escribir mas que poemas
de falacias, de tristeza unánime, sobre el principio del fin de una era.

I strongly suggest do not care for anyone's feelings but your own
do not pick parts of broken people
cuz then
you'll be picking their issues too

no matter how much empathy you have
try to bury it six feet under nonchalant lands
it doesn't matter if the problems are drowning the person

tell them you are afraid to swim
that once, you were thrown into a lake and since
you do not know how to grow scales
therefore you cannot save them
without killing yourself.

Shut out for every big opportunity
tell yourself you can't wake up before 7 AM
that the fee for a submit of a poem is too expensive
or that the place where the stand up is hosted is at the other side of town
that you will never succeed no matter how hard you try
if you don't take risks there is no chance of making mistakes at all.

Play it safe keep it casual
don't meet new people so you will not catch feelings
ask yourself "who needs love????"
love needs us to be alive
who needs company???? ..not me
when your skin's burning from desire and you long for a hand to hold
trough the hard times
or at least
the night
cuz loneliness is the worst company
Well.. many have survived 
you won't be any different than the rest of us.

Some people are graveyards
choose wisely where you'd like to bury this version of you
others are nuclear bombs
you can't predict if they will ever explode
but in case they do
they'll destroy you and leave you uninhabitable for hundreds of years
"No, I cannot live this way
like a ghost town the rest of my existence" -I think, staring at my reflection
before shutting myself forever to anyone
to anything
feeling the least I ought to feel.

You cannot blame humans for being imperfect anyway
the same way you cannot waste time hoping corpses will resurrect

so you must try to let go the dearly departed
But do not trust anyone
we are selfish machines
with mouths as guns loaded with words
who prefer to kill before swallowing their own bullets


At last, do not get attached 'cause people are like hummingbirds
and jump from a comfort zone to another.

I am not a cheap motel on the side of the road
where you can come, get some rest, feed, and inevitably leave paying the least you can afford.