(2014)
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
