i wrote some verses for you. but don't brag about it. it's about your cheeks.

It's very, very late,
like 4:00 a.m
and the sun
hasn't shown
its shiny mug
yet.

Here i am thinking
about you.

Sometimes i go through
my Facebook just to
see your profile
picture.
I think to myself,
"it's gonna be quick,
just a few seconds -
i won't even go
through the albums,
just the profile
one."
then i click in your
blue name.
          Vanda Sia.

I stay there
for 8 seconds,
then i leave.

I feel so brave
doing that.
Contemplating
your picture
for 8 seconds,
because i know
if i stay there
just a little longer
it's gonna
suck.

Inside that little square
i see you hiding
the right shy side
of your face
while the left one
tries so hard
to smile and say,
"I'm so happy between
those cheeks!"

Those goddamn
cheeks....

I should've cutted
them with a
scalpel right
before you
leave
and keep 'em
inside the drawer
next to my bed
so i can kiss 'em
every night,
          every day.
you'd have thank me
for getting rid of those
cheeks you hate
so much.
it'd be a win-win
situation.

I could use 'em on
my face and play
Vanda.
Work on my voice,
          make it more effeminate,
walk with my back
curved and pretend
my feet is a little
crooked.
I'd buy a long haired
californian wig and
a pair of black boots
and voilà!
I am you.

All my problems would've
been solved.
I wouldn'd need you
anymore because
i'd be you.
You would be,
          anatomic and
literally with me
whenever i wanted.

I wouldn't need to look
at your Facebook
profile picture
for 8 seconds,
i could just look in
the mirror,
hide the right
side of my face,
smile,
then the mirror would
see the most beautiful
creature on earth,
          me.

The only problem
would be the
genitalias,
          but don't worry,
i wouldn't dare to wear
your vagina.
I wouldn't dare to wear
those divine pink
lips designed by
the God of the vaginas
himself.
His Sistine Chapel,
          he told me.

I wouldn't miss you
anymore.
All this lack of you
would be dissolved,
like a cube of sugar
in a hot cup of
coffee.

If only i would've
cutted those
fucking cheeks
with a scalpel
right before you
leave.
I wouldn't waste
8 seconds of my
life looking at
your fucking profile
picture.

You left me and didn't even
have the decency to
give me your cheeks.

Those goddamn
cheeks....

   N.Silva