(2015)
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best