A joke Lost in Translation You will Never

I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench

Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times

The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals

The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive

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

I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically

I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide

My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory

The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can

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…