(2014)
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
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
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
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
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
I cannot let you hold my happiness For your hand to caress or to drop It is not healthy It is not safe For your happiness to depend on an… I’m taking it back but no longer r…
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand