It’s not that I’m sad
Though I am
It’s not that I’m discouraged
Though I am
It soaks deeper

I enjoy his company
Riding shotgun
Conversation
No one to overhear
Our inside jokes

Rough day
Rough night
If I could live
In my bath
Water would never

To be genius means
To not follow the rules
You don’t have to
I wish to be smart
But not self-important

You might know her
As blonde eyes
Or as the sister who bakes cookies
But you see
I don’t write this

How do you describe
A man so dramatic?
You can recognize him
From afar with his hat
Always the gentleman

Antes lograba tanto
Metía horas
Sacando lo máximo
De cada minuto
No he cambiado

I’ve known
Deep inside
All along
My value
That I matter

Apathy and incompetence
In healthcare
A fax they didn’t send
Prescriptions delayed
Labs to do again

Her fingernails
Natural
Long
Pointed
On fingers