Your guitar

The ideas you had about me

Were clouded by your pride

And I don’t want your guitar

I don’t want a lot of things

That you used to promise me

I sing the simplest of songs

A song of freedom

I was not safe to be beautiful

In your presence

Your distance wasn’t shyness

Or respect

Or protection

It was just pride

And your suffering didn’t make you a caballero

Because you know nothing of courage

Except what you stole from me

I don’t want anymore

Your false promises

This is the last night 

I will ever wonder about you

Answer this riddle:

Did you know 

I can be happy too?

Why should I make you happy more than myself?

There’s so many excuses why you 

Stopped loving yourself since I came around

And stopped going to the gym

You were tired of running

And decided to stop trying

And assign me with the job

Of wiping your own ass

All the dreams you had of growing old with me

Turn into a regret you will never forget

Because I won’t be around for you to blame

And in that roaring emptiness

Is the blame you can’t face

That you can’t swallow

In your refusal,  

becomes the bone that you choke on

The performance of a deserving man

A devoted man

A hard working man

Facing an empty audience

I hope you get everything you wanted

The accolades of success

But no one to share it with

But now that I’m gone

Since the  dreams are gone

All you’re left with is truth

That you’re not brave enough 

To love yourself 

And whatever that demands of you

Not everyone succeeds at life

some people need to fail

To give the success a meaning

for all your success

Ironically you failed at the only goal that mattered