jueves, 28 de febrero de 2019

it has always been like this

give it all to her,
while i'm still survivng in this never ending thirst.
drench her in water
while silent whispers escape my cracked lips

keep holding her hand
and kicking my head
into the ground

my lungs are filled with dirt,
the screams are getting louder
but her music has deafened you
go figure

i'm used to this,
feeling
the dread of this never ending,
drought

mom, is this love?

domingo, 10 de febrero de 2019

li(v)e

think of your mom,
how it would hurt her heart so bad
to have given life
and see it end before her eyes

think of your dad,
who gives the warmest hugs,
and how he'd wish they were enough

think of your friends,
the ones that listened closely
and the ones that didn't know how closely
they needed to listen

live for them,
until you can start
living for me you

do it again,
wake up tomorrow,
do it again,
for them
(for me you)

sábado, 9 de febrero de 2019

the universe (of love)

when does the moon start
and the sun end,
when you open your eyes?
i can't seem to tell

the freckles line up
like stars
across your back,
i'm lost in your night sky

my heart was eclipsed
by the love in your lips,
and my lungs collapsed
with the fresh air
within you hair

i'm broken
and healed
i'm in halves,
and complete
i'm mine
and yours
to have
(to have)



viernes, 8 de febrero de 2019

ashamed

it feels like i'm stuck in a fever dream
wishing, wishing
but never achieving

i dream with big castles
yet never lay down the foundation,
and it's like i'm drowning in wet concrete 

i'm scared
that someone else's success
means
that i won't achieve my own

i'm scared
of the simple life
and the slim possibility
that i'd be content with it

i'm scared
to not live up 
to myself

but, mostly, i'm scared
to amount to something,
anything,
and lose it all