it’s official—
i hate being alone.
this isn’t a poem
but
it’s words
i needed to say

the siren calls out from her sea-wrought rock;
the ocean lapping at her speckled wings;
i will always throw myself off the dock;
to drown below as her grinning mouth sings.

i do not remember serving a feast;
nor descending to obey the fruit tree;
tantalus tries but God thinks of us least;
for the both of us will never be free.

when i bind my long hair upon my head;
triumphant samson lifts his callused hands;
for when delilah leads us to her bed;
still we will sing her song across the lands.

temptation my religion, doomed am i;
to slither the earth in order to fly.

poison needn't come from a chalice,
it can come from words,
full of malice,
a strum of cords.

a reddening whip
on your back with a belt,
provoking hot tears
that could make copper melt.

Quisiera ser de tu cuerpo neuronas cerebrales.
Ayudarte a procesar tus pensamientos.
Y convéncete amarme.
Quisiera ser de tu cuerpo
el latido del corazón.
Para ser a ti importante.
Con mi amor llenarte.
Quisiera ser en tu vida
Así como eres a la mía.
Sentir que mi amor correspondes al amarme.
Verte enamorada y nunca dejarte.
Pero me conformo si inicio siendo
de tu amor; causante.

I can’t decide
if I’m comforted by the fact
that every thought  
I’ve ever had
has probably been had
before

And I don’t know
which is worse
That we are, perhaps
incredibly,
undeniably
not special at all
Or that we incredibly,
undeniably
are

don’t tell me to keep my head up when you’re the one who forced it underwater.