If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
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
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
