Category : Poems

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I feel it creeping up again.
Times that did not bury themselves in the past.
Time creeps its way back onto me.
It is the tingling on your skin like a spider slowly creeping up your arm.
Creeping like rain falling ever so softly at first, as if they came from the clouds only to land on clouds.
Luego convertirse en una tormenta feroz. Creeping around like heavy footsteps getting louder and louder but you don't know who is coming, there is no way to prepare yourself.
Creeping around like a hungry teenager at three in the morning being careful not to wake up their parents.

Te siento otra vez.
I felt you creeping around me even when I closed my eyes.
As if not seeing what was going on would make it go away.
No ha funcionado...
I tried to ignore you, but still you remained. 
Incluso en su ausencia. 
You crept around my house as if you were afraid someone would hear you.
Maybe you were afraid. I was too.
You crept your creepy hands along my skin. 
No.

Aléjate de mí.
You are not welcome here.
You were never welcomed here.
You invited yourself.
You entitled yourself.
To something, someone, who did not belong to you.
But belonged to no one.
¿Qué es lo peor que puede pasar?