We were never strangers

Just two beings waiting to discover each other

Entering your personal space as if it were my own

Your smile so familiar – resembling my art

Forshadowing the masterpiece that I would encounter – which is you

I’ll admire you everyday , every second, every breath taken

Your beauty will never diminish

Eres mi queridx, la luna de mi noche

A.Garcia

I’ve never been more unsure of myself than when I try to speak to you

Barely uttering a sentence before my body gets tense

My words have become insignificant

As if they’re not worth understanding

As if I’m just a passing silhouette, easy to miss

A.Garcia

Unwritten poems

Recited in my mind

Not to be read

Not to be felt by anyone but myself

A.Garcia

I don’t just write to just write

I write to fight

To fight the reminders of heartbreaks

The pressure of comparisons

The consequences of living

I write to fight

To fight the nights where the darkness overcomes me

The days where I feel so alone.

The hours where you don’t leave my mind.

I don’t just write to write

I write to fight

A.Garcia

Waiting all night

It’s finally here

Saying that you don’t want it, but you lead me to your room

Close the door, now I’m in control

Push you on the bed, taking off my shirt

You like what you see, you own it for the night

On your back, kissing your neck

Already moaning, I want to hear you more

Can’t wait anymore, you’re what I want

Ripping off your blouse, you can see me smiling

Feeling your chest, feeling the warmth

Pulling down your jeans, fuck you look good

Putting my fingers between your bottom lips, you’re so wet

Keeping them there, while moving up

Kissing you, you’ve never felt lips like these

Getting lost in the motion, feeling you getting wetter

We keep going, this is our night

My fingers go inside, you bite my lips

Moving back and forth, you say my name

Sounds so good to me

Your first time, I’m glad

Showing you what’s good, you show me what I’ve been missing

I’m usually the one who’s in control

But you’re making me weak

I guide your hands in me, breathing heavily

Taking my breath away like when I first saw you

I’ll be gentle

A. Garcia

Pushing you against the wall

I’ll hold you up, baby I got strength

I got you where I want

Nowhere to go but into me

Kissing your neck while pulling you closer

Your head tilting back, your grip getting tighter

My lips going lower, moving closer to your chest

I’m in my zone, I can’t snap out of it

One thigh in between your legs, feeling the warmth

Ripping off your blouse, you’re free at last

Like a masterpiece uncovering your beauty

You look so good on me

A. Garcia

I feel even more solidarity

As if I’m just an unrelatable soul

A straight face seems natural

What am I going back to?

To continue being an artificial soul?

In an artificial place?

Taking a step back returning to that place

That place where I thought I found myself

That’s not me, I’m just a product

A. Garcia

What is it?
Because I need to know
I need to know what it is
For my sanity, for my heart
Am I too much of something?
Do I give too little?
In my mind I give so much
Always being left out to dry
As if I’m just a bother, a nuisance
It hurts me more than you could imagine
I don’t see myself the same
Let go let go let the fuck go

A. Garcia

Your

body

is a piece of art.

A. Garcia

When will I be brave enough to take it off?

A. Garcia