(2015)
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
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
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds