Fragments..

You say you are not beautiful,
so do butterflies lie
when they stand on
your eyes?!
//
While we were busy talking
our hearts went out
for a walk!
//
You hate me?!
So why do you feed my heart
that takes the form of a bird
and lands every morning
at your window?!
//
You are like a dagger
neither of you hurts;
for each of you there is a sheath
accustomed to stabbing!
//
I wanted to be the last hand
that you shake
before your departure;
the door handle!
//
I will disappear..
leaving in your chest a wolf that howls
whenever in your memory
my image is complete!
//
You are there trying to tear your picture
that I sent you,
and I am here kissing the camera lens
that took your picture!
//
The wall you built between us,
I found a hole in it,
watching you from there:
my heart!
//
You appear from the window
like a prayer, 
when you finish,
the window folds its shutters;
secured!
//
In your red dress,
you burn the eye of the world eager
for the taste of your dance!
//
Created from my rib; 
to discipline my heart
if it rebels!
//
I hide from my age 
that chases me,
behind your smile!
//
A worm
and the eyes of passersby bark,
because of a dead heart
in your chest!