Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt

No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo

I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide

Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses

The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I

I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand

My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory

Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger

The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying

¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele

Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada

A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music