Because I Can

I look because I can
For you who doesn't love me, I should not offer better words to translate
The pain in which carries me
I cannot explain
I cannot remember

I briefly escape, and found brighter colors wrapped inside your arms
But these words are amatuers dancing in your eyes
This poem with no reach a nuisance to your page
and the languages I speak sound like beggars to your waxy ears
Death haunts me, is that what you want to hear?
The things I say, idiosyncracies to your waxy ears...
These convulsions of my chest and the nightmares that flare
I cannot explain
I cannot remember

I look because I can
and because I am. A ripe enough woman
who is not afraid to care for the peace of knowing
that life exists where I once lived
Even in this death in which we stand next to
when the indifference of my presence
bleeds me to the ground, life resists.
The anchor that burried my first love
is from the same angry ship you sail, the speed
glidding blindly, governing the ocean, frowining
at the light of the moon that shines with your name.

I look because I can
I wish you would swallow me whole
like the hope of life does to death
I am not afraid to hurt
or to get pulled under by this sea of love, drown
along with the ghosts that haunts my dreams
They're the same
somber children at play
laced together by you who doesn't love me
all of which I cannot explain
please, don't make me remember...