10.04.17

We learn and endure
Expose and secure
What we want to be known yet silenced.
We invite and allure
No behavior demure
But pretend we are coy and quiet.
Will you speak,
Can I seek
Something that makes sense in the end?
With no intention to defend
nor to amend
Maybe it won’t make sense in the

 

 

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9.11.17

I remember little from when I was little.
You watched me grow.
You sure remember more about me than I do.
You tell me stories about myself and I listen intently,
discovering new things each time.
With every silly catch phrase and habit I once had,
I was me.
I was as me as I am now.
So I hear that I was shy and sweet.
I went through a stage where I referred to everything in the past
as “yesterday” even if it took place a few hours prior.
I ate pasta every day,
I didn’t share my feelings much,
And I had the biggest eyes:
eyes that took over most of my face.
Those eyes:
still mine,
still bigger than they should be,
but they once saw the world in a much different way:
a way I will never remember,
but you always will.
-Yesterday

8.19.17

Is it worth all the anguish-
worth all the trials,
worth every maybe
before ‘nother denial,
worth every sadness
and madness
that stays
and worth all the waiting-
heart-wrenching delays?
Is it worth the confusions, silence and wishing?
Because one day I won’t be missing
you.