Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
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
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump