So I sit here
Tearing my heart open and
breaking myself
so I can smile at you
tears dried
gracefully poised
when it's your turn to break me

Every day you insulted me.

Today you did not.

I feel very insulted.

the broken thoughts of the past
shaped towards our own desires
true only to early remembrances
yet shying away from the truth.

you broke me

but its fine
I'll shrug it off
it doesn't hurt anyways
I dont wanna rip myself apart anyways


I hope the pieces of me will finally make you feel full

this word love,
heavy with import, alternatively,
falsely called out too breezily,
diminished by over-usage,
till you admit it doesn’t fit
like your formerly fav pair of jeans

stretched, too many stains,
cut for a different body,
a different soul,
a different existence,
a former you

so when the mind and mouth
glimpse a synchronized synapse,
and just ‘bout ready to let the “L”
bomb slip past the guardians of
your own galaxy, you nick time,
modify it to a moderate, but yet
fulfill your need with a differentiated
four letters.

(“Cariño para ti.”)
“Care for you.”