Tomorrow
Has not yet come
It’s promises yet to be broken
Tomorrow
Is bigger

I don’t expect
Diabetes education
For the public
But chances are
You know one

Steamroller
Of life
Passed by
Feeling down
Squished

Love is sincere
Sincerely
Wanting to connect
Love makes you crazy
Insanity that makes you fly

My objective is selfish
Not to share or be heard
To get it out and move on
No one seems to hear my pain
No one seems to feel my pain

Does it hurt?
When you prick your finger
No
I do this just for fun
Our fingers lose feeling

Nothing makes people flee
Like reading them poetry
They value it in theory
But please don’t make them read
Surprise me with your verse

I wallow in my sadness
As it pools up
It has not swallowed me
Who floats above its surface
This surface

My body is perfect
—ly spotted
The white spots
I tell myself
Are my Bambi spots

My parents always say
We’re proud of you
I am too
I got out of bed
I used to get so much done