What's wrong with me? How have I become that person I said I would never be. Shame on me for trying to be someone who's attraction towards someone else has taken over me. Baby please, tell me who and why this has to be, is it me? Is it something I did to be dismissed. Baby please what's wrong with me? Oh **** wait, let me snap out of this funky state. Let me take a few steps back and comprehend. You know, grasp and mentally understand why I'm tripping on this ******* made believe. Ha, Yea I'm tripping so now I'm sipping on this liquid and reminding myself who I am and what she's missing.

I'm hopeless.
Not hopelessly romantic just hopelessly attracted to the smile you shine upon a room. I know I'm no good for you but I can't stop lusting over you.
This feeling I'm trying to desperately shake off won't let my mind shut you off. Tell me, what is a girl like me suppose to do to brush you off? I'm already in lust, what else can go wrong. I'm hopeless. Hopelessly believing in a fairytale for us. I write this down and I can't help but smirk. I smirk because you'll never know that it's you Im hopeless for.

I looked at you, you smiled at me. Let's play. I feel the need to redeem my last critique. Let's play. I asked you once, well maybe twice but you chose to tell me no. No? What an L that felt for someone pretty as me. Yes I'm that girl with no remorse. I'm that woman who's ready to roar. You're still telling me no? That's alright baby, you're just another girl.

Enigma

Sometimes difficult to understand. Sometimes mysterious from where they stand. Puzzling at times even to myself. Don't ask me to explain who I am. Still searching for her everywhere I go. Lost and delusional, I lose my mind. Searching sometimes many nights, falling asleep with crying eyes.
Blanca the enigma, that's who I've come to know.


-B_Enigma

I'm not a poet, never claimed to be. I hold my feelings in, but that's a dangerous thing. Expressing myself through words is a healing step. Expressing myself to you is a baby step. Short and a sweet, that's how its always been.

Que será? Me pregunto yo misma, que será de mi por la razón que no puedo para de pensar en ti. Que será la razón que no sientas lo mismo por mí. Me pongo a pensar, será mi edad? Será que simplemente no tendrás ojos para mí. Que será? Será tu sonrisa. Serán tus ojos, tu piel, tus labios. Que será. Será porque me rechazaste y no lo puedo aceptar? Que será?

B.Enigma

Selfish love

You said I would be the only woman for you. You called me your soulmate, the love of your life. I see you now with someone else, a woman I do not recognize. Love me, see me, hold me, words I wish to yell at you. I see you and I feel you. You love me still and I could have you. Cowardly I am for I would reject you. Selfish of me to want all of you but not just you.

-B.Enigma