Thursday

Don’t cry for me Argentina

Don’t cry for all the nights I couldn’t rest my eyes, don’t cry for all the tears I’ve shed, don’t cry for all I plead for, don’t cry for what I’ve waited for, don’t cry for what I gave, don’t cry for me…
I’ve loved it all, I’ve loved them all…with all my intimacy issues, with all the space I just can’t manage to keep between, with all the drama, all the fantasies, all the good and all the bad…I’ve loved it all…and do so still…
I’ve been so wrong so many times I can no longer recognize what’s right…I’ve been so off so many times I can no longer turn myself on…and I’ve been lost, and lonely, and afraid, and scared…and can no longer shake the feeling this is how I’ll always be…
But loved it all…loved the endless run, loved the shimmering nights, the pain, the laughter, those eyes, that kiss, that morning, that day…I’ve loved it all…it made me who I am today…
It made me less…nothing…But it made me…me!
Another year will now begin, another year and too much things will have to change…change all of them, change all of me…Another year and things I have to choose…choose losing, choose leaving behind, choose to leave, choose to love, choose to gain, choose to pay, choose the silence, choose the day, choose to show the me I fear to fragile…
I’ve loved them all…and they can hurt, ignore, manipulate, and lie…
And all I never got to do…is love myself…respect, and plan, and touch, and reach, and win, and lie, and cheat, and steal, and take, and never got to do a thing…or be more bold...
Just a few years and to much or enough alone time to fill a library with books…