The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive

Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go

She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends

When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery

It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper

Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh

Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up

Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco

Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete

My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done

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

I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically

Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly

A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music