Te amo Willams
“Te amo” I said for the past decade with a silent cry. His eyes dense with the gold of his Irish ancestors and craved for gazing perfection by his calm arrogance– no longer are secretly mine. No, but they are used to gaze at that pungent European beast known as her. I could persist in this fictional love and continue to haunt you. I could continue to secretly baptize your image with the analytical substance of my mind. Even though you have unconsciously rejected my church—my temple—my holy matrimony. But instead you choose to bathe in the blood of sinners when I offered you the taste of non tainted ruby liquid fire of life. You, with your elementary mind refused my mortal redemption and playfully dismissed my love with laughter. But this is not a joke—stand up comedy. I’ll watch as you subconsciously choke. And when you descend into that thick twilight– you will think of me. The once upon a time mortal redeemer— martyr that silently dipped her feet in your ancient ignorant shores of Ireland.
Te amo….
No te veo nunca más…
