I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand

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

Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple

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

Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly

I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in

May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles

Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt

The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose

Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms

I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones