Me voy porque estoy jodidamente cansado de tu amor a medias

You don’t get to choose whether you hurt me or not. You don’t get to choose to say how your love is supposed to make me feel. Because there wasn’t that much of a love to feel anyway.

And that’s something you never seemed to understand — that love is not about making someone feel like they are the last resort.

Love is not about making someone feel like they’re not even one of the options, while everything they want to be is the only choice.

You see, you don’t get to choose how strong your love is. Because you showed me none of it.

Y ahora que I’m walking awayquieres que me quede.

You’re promising me suns and stars, a love so crazy that will make me feel like I’m flying, without even realizing that your ‘love’ was drowning me in my own tears.

You’re promising me a lifelong love but you couldn’t even last ten months. Your love wore off like a cheap perfume on a hot summer’s day. It simply vanished and soon enough, habit replaced it.

Y aún así intentaste hacerme creer que lo que teníamos era amor, que eso era todo. Que así era el amor verdadero.

Pero se supone que el amor no debe hacerme sentir menos digno. El amor no debe dejarme preguntándome qué demonios me pasa.

Why don’t you love me the way you used to? The way you promised you would?

And now that I have had enough, you’re making another promise you can’t keep.

You know you can’t. You know you’re incapable of truly committing to someone. You know you’re incapable of loving anyone as much as you love yourself.

And I’m done with this half-assed love. Because you and me both know that Merezco más . You know that I deserve so much more than this label-less shit you’re putting me through.

Always saying how you hate labels but without even realizing that you already did it — you made us esa pareja .

Esa pareja que tuvo un gran comienzo pero se desvaneció tan rápido. Vergüenza. Esa pareja que tuvo una gran química pero desapareció. Vergüenza.

Esa pareja que tenía un gran futuro por delante pero se quedó anclada en el pasado. Vergüenza. Esa pareja. Siempre esa pareja.

And I don’t want to be part of ‘ that couple’ más.

And now that my strength has worn off, you’re trying to undermine my walls.

I let you in once and, trust me, that’s not a mistake I’m going to make ever again. I decided to trust you, only to have my trust played.

Decidí bajar mis muros, sólo para que dejaras mi corazón en ruinas. Decidí entregarte todo de mí, para no recibir nada más que dolor a cambio.

Y aún estabas demasiado ciego para darte cuenta de que todos esos muros volvían a levantarse. Estabas demasiado ciego para ver que me alejaba, y tú eras el viento que me empujaba.

Tus acciones, tu amor a medias, tú. No a mí. No mis miedos. A ti.

And now that I’m leaving, you want to pull me back.

Now that I finally see my way out of this hell, you’re trying to lure me back in. Now that I have finally found my blessing, you’re offering me your curse once more. But I can’t keep on hoping you’ll change.

I can’t keep on living in a hell you’re calling love. Because I have had enough of wondering every single morning if you will call me back.

Estoy harto de dormirme solo cada maldita noche. Estoy harto de estar constantemente wondering if I’m enough .

If I’m the reason for your distance. If I’m the reason you’re so cold. I deserve more than this. I deserve to wake up to a ‘good morning’ message.

I deserve to fall asleep knowing I’m falling asleep next to you. I deserve never to wonder how I could ever think I was not enough.

And let’s face it, you’re incapable of giving me any of those.

So, farewell darling, I have finally had enough of being your last resort. It’s time I became someone’s priority.