(2014)
#SickPoems
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
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
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees