(2015)
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top