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"aren't you tired
of being broken
all the time?"

                                                          "i am.."

"so why won't
you just stop?"

                                          "because i need
                                                  someone to
                                                     save me."
don't get blinded with love.
it can destroy you or nourish you,
it can break you or make you whole,
it can poison you or cure you,
it can be your death or last revival.
What is Love really?
Is it really affection?
Or an obsession?
The line is blurred

When you love someone
So madly
That you lose yourself
Is that love?

Constantly thinking, analyzing,
Obsessing
Every detail of a relationship
Is that out of affection?

The pain in your chest
Thinking about them with someone else
Is that jealousy because of affection?
I am not convinced
I'm sorry, I'm not perfect
I'm sorry, I'm not like the others
I'm sorry, I don't care about anything.

You want to change me
You want me to be just like you
And just like everyone else.
You want to throw my close away.

You want me to listen to your song,
You want me to act like you
But where not the same
Where not the same
I think you know it.

I'm sorry, I'm not perfect
I'm sorry, I'm not like the others
I'm sorry, I don't care about anything.

Stop changing who I am
Stop telling me that I will be cool
And fit with the others.

I just want to be free
And run to my own
But you can't tell me anything
Cause I can do what I want

I don't want to be like others
So break away from the chains
But here comes the worst part.

I'm sorry, I'm not perfect
I'm sorry, I'm not like the others
I'm sorry, I don't care about anything…

Just cause I'm different
I don't want to do judge at
I don't want to be beaten up
I don't want to be looked down at
For the worst part is what.

I have to go through and I will it, it's the price
I'm not an alien where both humans
We all have a heart and belong to the same place
It's not cool to be a bully
And I think we both know it.

I'm sorry, I'm not perfect
I'm sorry, I'm not like the others
I'm sorry I don't care about anything.

Please let me be happy
Please let me be your friend
Even when we're not the same.
Please don’t treat me like I’m different.

I'm sorry, I'm not perfect
I'm sorry, I'm not like the others
I'm sorry I don't care about anything.
(Collaboration with Cesi)
{Mind of Cesi}
This meditative mind was my friend's thought. Cesi told me about 1 year ago it will be a song. Sorry, maybe I have missed some words and put it here.
 Jul 2017 Guadalupe Meza
sophia
Chin pointed to the clouds,
her face
following the soft sunset
saddened by the disappearing daylight
as if she will loose a sense of hope
when the sun
goes down.
Pineapple and Malibu
stains the bottom of her cup
that she stole not seconds ago
from the bar on the corner.
Oh my love,
how she doesn’t care to live
doesn’t fear consequences.
Face still scrunched up with disappointment
as if I need to convince her to stay-
her thoughts flowing out of her head
into the skies above her.
She observes them,
Dark blue
Reds
Orange
Hints of purple.
Eyes sunken,
fists full of cloth
arms around her knees.
She turns to me suddenly,
breaking the flow
of her daydream.
Only 18,
hiding behind that baby face.
The only color left
in her big blue eyes
is the white of her pupils
in the moon lit
cigarette winds.
“Do you want to get out of here?”,
the words escape her mouth as she
looks for reasons to stay
checking under the table,
rustling through her bag.
But she’s tired of
knowing not which way to go.
So taking off for the night,
escaping her worries for one more day,
she sighs
and gets up,
only taking with her
the sand on her feet.

Sophia Hadeshian
 Jul 2017 Guadalupe Meza
Born
?
 Jul 2017 Guadalupe Meza
Born
?
Are you a gangster or
a thief seeking attention

Are you an artist or
a  voyager painting words

Are you a poet or
a plagiarist seeking love

Are you a Saint or
a sinner searching for salvation

Are you my heart or
a tattooed scar stuck on my chest

Are you a fisherman or
a sailor giving life a second chance

Are you the moon or
a lonely sun ravaging through your days

Are you moving forward or
dragging through tormenting memories
 Jul 2017 Guadalupe Meza
larissa
there was a mirror in my room
with eyes that only observed.

its seen me bare, naked.
its seen me clothed, covered.

its watched me grow, become.
its watched me fade, breakdown.

and when i shattered,
so did that mirror.
Love,

Isn't the same.
It isn't the same
As I used to feel.

Love with you
Was a burning passion
That was fueled by
Words and gifts

Love with you
Brought out the best
And worst in me

But that love changed.

Now love with you
Is a quiet hum

It can only be heard when
People are quiet

But you can feel it.

The calmness of this
Love
Overcame my being

As the silence creeped in,
The darkness came with it

I swear,
I could feel the vines
Tugging on my heart

The anxiety drowned
Me in tears and
My screams
Couldn't be heard

Thoughts of losing
You came into my
Mind like
B u l l e t s
One by one

My knees are too weak
To pull myself back up

The silence grabbed me by
My neck and threw me across the
Wall
Farther from you.

Is this love?

The pain and suffering
Of the silence

I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE.

Give me the fire once again.

Set my heart ablaze.

Love me with the passion
That I will never forget.

Just love me.
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