By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road

Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada

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

Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers

When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle

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

How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me

The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying

The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job

A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what

I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease

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

I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in