mujer rubia mirando por la ventana de noche

Sé lo bastante hombre para admitir la verdad: nunca me quisiste de verdad

Por una vez, sólo por una vez, al menos esta última vez, sé un hombre y admite la verdad. Admite que nunca me quisiste de verdad. Por favor, al menos me debes la verdad.

Don’t try to fool me like you always did and say how you care for me and love me in your own way because if you think that all of that you put me through was love, then I can’t even imagine how you treat people you don’t love.

No, I don’t want to say people you hate because I know you didn’t hate me. How could you hate someone who never gave you any reason to?

It’s just not possible, no matter how bad a person you are or how cruel your heart is.  

Todo lo que te di fue mi amor puro, honesto e incondicional. Sabías que te amaba con todo mi ser y aun así me utilizaste a mí y a mis sentimientos.

Nunca te pedí que me quisieras más porque era sencillamente imposible. Nunca esperé que me quisieras igual, sólo quería que me quisieras. No importa de qué manera ni cuánto.

mujer con rebeca gris apoyada en una barandilla

That was also wrong, I know that now. I deserve someone who’ll rock my whole world.

I deserve a guy who’ll be present in every moment of my life, showering me with his love and affection. I deserve to be loved to the core or not at all.

I remember how you used to call me your little birdie at the beginning of our relationship because, as you said, I’m so full of life, always singing and sharing happiness and love wherever I go.

Well, this little birdie can’t fly anymore. Her melody became sad and sorrowful. She’s now full of hate. It’s all your fault, you broke her wings. La rompiste. Tú con tu frío y oscuro corazón.

Don’t flatter yourself, I don’t hate you. My heart is done with you. It doesn’t have any emotions for you anymore.

I hate myself for opening my heart to a man who didn’t know what to do with it.

Me odio por haberte permitido tener mi corazón en la palma de tu mano para que pudieras tirarlo y luego pisotearlo, una y otra vez.

mujer mirando a la izquierda cerca del mar

Ahora, he aprendido que tengo que mantener mi corazón cerrado. Y lo he cerrado e inmediatamente he escondido la llave. Un chico que entre en mi vida después de ti tendrá que esforzarse mucho para encontrar esa llave.

He’ll have to prove to me that he is worthy of letting him into my heart.

It’ll be different the next time I let someone into my life for sure.

You see, you managed to find a way to the deepest chambers of my heart and I let you stay there for too long, even though I understood a long time ago that you didn’t deserve to be in my heart at all.

That’s a place I keep only for myself from now on. I’ll never again allow anyone to take that place. I’ll never again love anyone from the bottom of my heart.

That bottom of my heart is reserved only for me and I’ll never again love anyone more than I love myself.

I feel like I’m not made for this world. I’m too good for it, for fake people like you. I’m naive, my feelings are honest, my heart is pure. I’m everything you never were and never will be.

Era tan duro ver un corazón tan cálido y puro que se consumía cada día un poco más.

mujer rubia con tatuaje mirando por la ventana

Don’t worry, I’m changing. I’m slowly and finally changing. I’m still learning how to deal with fake people with even more fake emotions.

No, I’m not saying that my heart will turn into ice. I’m not saying that I’m changing convertirse en una mujer sin corazón. I’ll just try to learn to use my heart less.

Tengo que admitir que eres una de las personas más inteligentes que he conocido. Has jugado conmigo, me traicionó

You put me through hell and never cared about me because you knew that I loved you that much that I wouldn’t mind some burns just to keep you by my side.

After all, I realized that my heart isn’t the only broken one here. There is something wrong with yours too because it’s incapable of love and that’s one of its main functions.

I know I’m going to find a cure and heal mine but you’ll never be able to heal yours. And my dear, that’s my victory.

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