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 May 2016 Enola Cabrera
AM
for me, you are
the brightest star
I've been wishing upon
to fall
 May 2016 Enola Cabrera
susan
aging
 May 2016 Enola Cabrera
susan
lines christen my face
suggesting a life
well lived
Time simply pass,
like an express bus,
People come and go,
like a winter snow.

Important  people leave,
like silence that make us deaf,
And so strangers are starting to arrive,
like flowers after winter thrive.

And eventually you would fall,
like willingly answering cupid’s call,
Make you forget you were hurt before,
Like living in an illusion , loving more and more

But just like season as we know,
Strangers come and go,
Leaving you nothing but pain,
And all you can do is wait in vain.
I'm sorry
Sorry I'm ugly
Sorry I'm too loud
Sorry I am too tall
Sorry I snort when I laugh
Sorry I'm too skinny
Sorry I don't wear that much makeup
Sorry I'm too poor to replace broken shoes
Sorry I'm not everything you wanted me to be
 May 2016 Enola Cabrera
DM
he said that he still loved me
and desperately I said I still loved him too
"not too much I hope though"

**because *** and love are two different things
you're a fool to believe him
You need me
and I need you
Don't pretend it isn't true
I know you know it too
After all we've gone through
To begin anew
I think I always knew
That I’d need you


So please don't go…

*I need you
I know I don't understand.
You celebrated me
when I was a flower,
but you denied my roots.
When autumn came,
you did not know
what to do about me.
You could only understand
the surface, not the
barnacled fabric in the soil.
Like an empty glass of water,
you drained your feelings
and
let
your
eyes
close.
What  you do not see
is the mud I am.
You want glitter and shine.
You want transparency.
You will not
acknowledge
the
depth
I
can
offer.
You hollered in glee
when I was shallow.
But you were
confused
with
how
to
treat me
when I was depth.

We are all like that.
Truth is bothersome.
It lacks plastic.
We are afraid.
Always afraid.

Pick up the umbrella
and cover the head.
Protect the surface
from the drops of reality.
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