(2015)
#Skin
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
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
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse
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
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low