**** the bad guys
He’s a bad guy
She’s a bad guy
Who gets to decide
Who’s a bad guy
Blow’em up
Shoot’em up
Destroy their stuff
****’em all
Till nothings left
But don’t forget
That in doing so
You become the bad guys
And someone might have to
Take a gun and come for you

After what you did to me
I have too much proof
That it is entirely possible
To shatter
Already-broken glass.

I am out of the words
To describe what I feel.

The well is dried up,
I'm all out of poems,
And it is probably better
This way.

Sea blue eyes, your tempting touch, parched lips
Kissed once, twice, too many times. As
Sunlight shattered, falling just as raindrops
Stream down swollen cheeks. So bruised, so bitter.

Cupids with their pearls in palms, away from
Us, away from skin stung black and blue.
Words chocked to none, tears clogged by fear
And by you, the siren; and your vile, bittersweet appetite.

How could I be so stupid,
So ******* stupid,
That I couldn’t see the
Emptiness
In your eyes.
Was I blinded
By the fullness in mine?
Or did I simply spend
One too many hours
One too many days
One too many months
Hoping you were still the person
That used to
See me,
Before passion could
Be imagined,
Before love
Was optional.

If I were a sound
I would be the sound
of wind
forgotten amidst
the cacophony of life
but ever present
whipping through the trees
surrounding you
in the distant sound
of far away places

If I were an animal
I would be a mouse
quiet
so as not to be found
but living with you
in the wall
the floor
anywhere you won't look
I don't wish to be seen
so I scurry
living off the scraps
of my housemate

If I were a number
I would be the number
eleven
two thin lines
that are ignored when factoring
lost in the scramble
to scribble down notes
two lines that are
separate
but the same
and sometimes distant

If I were a person
I would be the person
in the back
head down
hair in my eyes
so no one sees
the truth that lies
in them
That I am
the wind
I am
a mouse
the number eleven
that I would be
in the back

But I'm not
because you put a hand up
to block the wind
bought a cat
to **** the mouse
were dividing by two
so didn't need eleven
and looked back
in class
and sneered
at the person there

Anything worth having is worth fighting for.
I fought to get here,
I have to fight to stay
Living a life that's so extraña
Smelling air I'll soon olvido
So I'll have to learn to take mental pictures as I camino por las calles
Como yo espero para el colectivo
For the first time I knew where I was going and it started to become a habit
Home becoming more and more this city where I know very little
Like a niña in kindergarten again
Starting over
Recomenzar
Mama parece more and more unlike my face
But heart just the same
Language different but she's mastered estreno in all languages
An expert in ayúdame
I'm so small in this big city
Wide eyed and afraid
But I knew where I was going for the primera vez
God brought me here quedar.