after the breakup
her heart worked even harder
being that it was beating alone now
no assistance
no butterflies
just involuntary body members
trying to sustain the equilibrium

the cold wind was fighting to come through the car
sounding like a flame while the car zoomed on the freeway
my heart burned
all the chipotle and heartache i guess
there’s bumps on the ground and i look to the side of the freeway and there’s soiled bottles riddened with cigarette butts
there’s bumps on my legs
you rushed me and now i have little tissues on em


maybe we rushed this too..

to the very last fibers
of love
they were holding on to for dear life
fearing the
death of a coveted bond
broken
amongst their once joyous feet
inseparable
they were once described

but it seemed they now could never get
enough of it.


what keeps you holding on..

she was a poisonous flower
among all the delicate posies
and gentle baby’s breath

unable to be felt without gloves
unable to be wafted without a mask

he knew he couldn’t have her
and so his desire grew greater

and passed away with traces of toxic passion in his lungs
and lust on his fingertips

i’m feeling more lonely
every time i see you
it’s like the butterflies start flying around
too fast and start crashing into each other
and then they morph
back into ugly fuzzy caterpillars
all weighing down in my
stomach

this isn’t right

i was your rations
sent from heaven to sustain you.

but you wanted more
and didn’t care for the simple things
and you chose to disregard
that i gave you life

there day by day
just enough

forgetting that all i was
was
milk and honey
and when you eventually got tired

that sweet stuff
that just enough-
the old me
was left
rotting
turning to worms




maybe it was meant to be

you are a survivor
you are silenced because the color
of your skin intimidates the ones with
none.

your ancestors
your lineage
was strong
fighting everyday to get you
here
and this is what you make of them

that better place
all that fight and toil
to plant their seed and make a nation

for you to get here and their blood
just
to have a faint taste of freedom
to see you happy
blossoming
never succumbing to the the foot of a lesser one
you are
the rich fruit that will never cease
to bear fruit

you are