Untitled Sixty-five

Please do not think ill of me

when I say I miss your touch.


I am not good with pretending

I’m okay with how we are.


I told you I would love you 4ever

and I meant that.


Perhaps what other’s say is true

we are not good for each other. 


But in all honesty

I just want you. you. you. you. you.

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Words with no meaning are just that
you   asked  me  why   don’t   I  say it?
In class, I learned it is better to show
than to tell when it comes to writing.
So, let me show  you  how  I  love you.

More Drugs Please

Mira Gonzalez 

An unhealthy attraction your parents ranted

about staying away from

You weren’t sure about her at first and still ain’t.

 She’s a good time who

doesn’t do emotions but got you in your feelings about

…not sure about what.


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This isn’t where you thought you would be

after you left high school. Maybe anyone can

attest to that, but the thought of your dreams

becoming out of your reach is more than you

can take.

You keep asking yourself why don’t I just run

it’s not like you couldn’t have, ‘cept everything

requires money and let’s face it, your pockets

are running on empty.

This isn’t where you thought you would be after you left high school. 

You knew life wouldn’t be perfect but didn’t expect to be questioning  

yourself this far in the game. Yet here you are asking is it worth it?

Maybe but most likely not, who knows.

Oh, there you go being pessimistic again. Yet life hasn’t really given you

a lot of reason to be hopeful. You wish you could talk to the few friends 

you do have,they’re busy. You would like to get to know new people,

but the good vibes don’t last very long.

Maybe people are just responding to how you  feel like

a piece of shit, therefore treat you as such. Maybe that’s

why you don’t care for people because you don’t always like


Maybe you give people too many chances because you want to

learn to forgive yourself, maybe your ego is jealous and wants

you all to itself, maybe it just not

worth it.

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R.I.P Grandma Polly

She applies light strokes
distinct shades of the rainbow
in her color book.

I wonder if she
ever considered herself
an artist at work.

She’d probably laugh
no, it’s just for fun
but the careful strokes tell a

different story.