To the ones that wounded you

By my soul I write you this
Dear being of love pure for me
My most radiant love for life mine
I'm very tired

Life hurts me
As a human being
As being male
As being woman
As being summer treasure
of the thirteenth part
of the happiness of a child

Hurt by the lies
in its infancy like that I feel
like that is compared
Wound to believe that what they had said
was true and not just myth invented
Of the word of man
Blessed by being born
Although my crib has been very dangerous
Pitifully
Cutting

Fragile
Became the skin of soul
as it ran through the pain
to see that did not have a single color
to brighten my day
The color of your love
that was so far from me
for the cause of fate
that made pluck you of me

Take many years mine of love
Crying-suffering to feel
your skin soft close
that for which I have in me
always hope in the distance
The word on the look always speaks
is the cause of anything
in your own look
that turned mine also

I've been hurt I've learned for your love
That my own physical cancer
Only it is in my body
Cancer is more to the cynicals
the providers of pain
those that cause harm
with self-pity

Those who try to steal the economy
rob love without love
within themselves
life steal
As same breath of your own self
no matter if you are male or female.
-Jonatan Vega

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