story of an addict

She has scraped knees and broken nails. She has brown eyes and velvet eyelashes, tight lips and tied tongues. She has a baby face and is too smart for her own good. She hides in the shadows of her heart, looking from afar, she is not the girl who made her star. She is thumb against your cheeks, cleaning from the distance the tears that cried for someone else. She swallowed hidden words and feelings, silent feelings and false smiles. She saw you come alive while she lay down and died. She has been there, she has always been there. She is the girl you will start to love when it's too late. She is Julia
This is a story from an addicted book, from a Venezuelan woman named Laura Chimaras, that I wanted to share today, because maybe at some point you were Julia, I hope you like it.