(2015)
#Depression
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding