(2014)
When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
