Nothing matters
Not the boy
Not the girl
Not the baby
Not the pain
Not the joy
Not the *****
Or the pills
Or the ****
So just







Go die.

Mi corazon
Mi Alma
Mi querida sombrita

I'm going to hell
Y tú, a la casa de tu abuela
Ms. Rachel and
Bubble guppies
And Paw Patrol
And plenty of snackies
But no mama

Everyone assures me you'll never remember
But I worry
That you'll always wonder
Why you worry about me leaving you

Suddenly, the distance between us
Ceases to be
Immense
And becomes
Unfathomable

Sometimes
It just gets to be
Too much

My tears
Don't come easy,
But they come

Under the pressure
Of a thousand
Disappointments

Squeezing out
Every salty drop
From my soul

Wrapping around
My chest and waist
Like a corset of sorrows

Pull the laces
With the words
You shouldn't say

Bind my arms
With the swaddle cloth
Of your flaws

Sometimes
It just gets to be
Too much

Poetry
Spilled from my mind
Like water
From a Tennessee cliffside
In the Spring,

But lately
I've been sober
And the poetry
Has stilled itself
Like water
On a Tennessee cliffside
In the Winter