My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man