Love Bubbles

I have been trying to convince my heart for a long time, but it is stubborn to the limit.

It is not easy to coordinate two parties with different intentions; 

It's like going in reverse as you go forward. 

You know you should stop one, but which one should you stop?

Doing this task makes it even more difficult for me, because there is so much good in you ...

Your smile motivates even the most wicked, 

Your voice so tender resounds even in the most stubborn, 

Your delicate hands make even the most butterflies fall in love, 

Your bright eyes illuminate even the dimmest, 

Your mood cheers up even the most bitter, 

And all your energy is contagious even to me; Like a deluded fool. 

So much bad that you fall in love and so much good that you do them.

Will I be evil? I'm already in love, I just need a spark to motivate me to turn on

But ... what if there is no spark? What would happen if you didn't get to turn on?

It is this unknown thought that keeps me away from sleeping.

Deep inside me, I know the answer is going to be "no."

But I just want to ignore my guess and completely block it. I guess it's easier.

It is easier to create a fictional world where you feel your heartbeat to the rhythm of mine. 

Where you look at me with the same eyes that I look at you Where your lips form my name and you and I are holding hands, leaving the world self-destruct while ours builds. 

It's easier, right?

I see you with someone else. 

It is not the first time that I wait my turn to try to pass, but my mental bubble is bigger than the door frame of your heart. And I find no entrance for myself. 

Every day without exception I think about how to turn that bubble into reality. 

But I always come to the same conclusion ... it is a sour and not very optimistic conclusion.

It's called the truth.

The truth is that you would never notice me, 

The truth is that I would be rejected, 

The truth is that I am afraid, 

The truth is that time goes by, and as time passes, I feel that you are going with him. 

I just want to hold onto that second hand and have the minute hand advance until I'm next to you.

You wouldn't believe me if I told you since when I feel this, nor do I.

But there is a point where trying to shut up hurts more than a thousand screams.

A thousand screams and none is heard.

It is as if my feelings, being close to you, were in a persistent vegetable state. 

They are alive, but suffocated by the yoke of reality.

At the end of the day, it doesn't seem like such a bad idea to resign myself to the bubble,

I guess it's easier, at least there, if we are together and the truth disappears.