(2015)
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
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
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
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
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters