Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times

A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers

You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this

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

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

Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl

¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele

The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can

The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I

She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends

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