A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
