Alone or Not?

A date, on my view,  it doesn't work like that.

I may have been rude. I may have been intolerant. I may have been asking a lot. But I just wanted to feel that you really would be on my side. . And I didn't feel that... I felt abandoned. On your part. Of my friends. Maybe because no one knows what to say or how to act by these news.  Or maybe because I'm feeling so a piece of trash that is inconsolable, no matter what anyone says.

Maybe I cried yesterday by anticipation. To be strong today.

I might cry more. Or not. Who knows.

Maybe I'm being dramatic and stupid. Or maybe that's who I really am.

Maybe I'm making a storm into a glass of water.Maybe the storm was always there. And I have not seen.

But... dating? Ah ...  dating should be calm. The consolation.  The safe haven. The "Allianz. With you from A to Z ", but then arrived at B and I felt that my insurance won't pay for the damage in my heart. So what, Government? How to fix disappointment with the budget cuts?

Just get my gun and wait for better days?

I already told you that I was born prematurely? Even before learning to think I already was in a hurry. And now I need to wait? The Lighthouse is red? Or the light that guides me really shut off? Am I alone on this one?

All cards are gone, but they're still there. Am I blind?Am I the only one who can't see them?

Where are my other eyes? Those who would guide me when I was blindfolded for life? 

Where are those hands that would hold me when my feet just see stumbling?

Where are those arms that hold me when I wasn't able to walk alone?

Where are you when I need?

I missed the line. Say what I shouldn't have said.

But what about your hypocrisy? Should have appeared too?

You always said you would support me. You would try to understand me.

When you promised that you forgot I was complicated huh?

You was blinded by the happy love. And forgot to open the umbrella over us when the storm comes.

And when it came in ...

The drops beat very strong in your eyes. And you lost them too. Stop to see me.

Let my hands to dry the drops that hurted you. And you don't get them back.

And when your arms tried to reach me, I wasn't closer. And the hug was in vain. Closed in the empty that the wind held.

A hypocrite and a futile. Nice couple. Will they ever receive an invite to the new elections?

After all, Brazil is already full of this kind of people. I wonder if those who really believed in love and the promises have been corrupted and blinded by the crisis that hit the country without mercy?

-Caroline Braun Seixas