We're just bones
Muscles
Skin
Brains
Thoughts
Feelings
Souls.

Hard
Medium
S­oft
Tough
Scary
Dangerous
Beautiful.

I'm jealous of that tiny, little dress
How it clings to the contours of your body
And how the seams caress your thighs
Where I wish my hands could caress
And my lips could cling.


M•(e). Díaz

I want to be your habit,
Your guilty pleasure,
Hooked like prometh and codeine,
I'll love you forever

I want to be your habit,
Who's always there for you,
Like the THC rushing to your brain
I make happy what was once blue

I want to be your habit,
The kind you can't escape
Who picks up pieces of your broken heart
And reconnects the pieces with tape

EAE

I'm sorry my mother
I'm sorry I can't continue
But my pain is way to great
And nothing will change my mind
I'm sorry my mother

I'm sorry my father
I'm sorry I'm not that strong
But I feel way to weak
And can't carry on
I'm sorry my father

I'm sorry my sister
I'm sorry we can't sing anymore
But my throat is too soar
And I cannot use my voice
I'm sorry my sister

I'm sorry my brother
I'm sorry I can't carry you
But my legs can't bear any more weight
And I am about to collapse
I'm sorry my brother

I'm sorry my uncle
I'm sorry no more jokes
But laughter is impossible for me
And I'm as silent as the grave
I'm sorry my uncle

I'm sorry my aunt
I'm sorry I can't hear more stories
But I can't take in more words
And my ears are bleeding
I'm sorry my aunt

I'm sorry my cousin
I'm sorry we can't share more memories
But the spark in me is gone
And I am simply a burden to you
I'm sorry my cousin

Perhaps the cat
catches mice
that might otherwise
bother me