Poema 2

I wanted to write a poem called “Coward”,  

because… I guess it’s all you are,

since you couldn’t look me in the eye

and hid as you buried the knife.

I wanted to write a poem called “Weak”,

because… You couldn’t stand watching me bleed

and you took your stuff to flee,

while I was begging on my knees.

I wanted to write a poem called “Naïve”,

because… you still don’t know what love is,

and you didn’t care, and said it to me

and I decided to believed you, when you did.