I see sun flares when you smile
Filling me with warmth and an odd
Feeling of desperation and exhaustion
That shames my stuttering words.

Why do you have to be so pretty and captivating?
When all I can do is turn a blind eye?
Why do you have to be so full of life
When I'm burning inside?

My paint is peeling
Soon, very soon, people will see
And judge that I love you
For what I am and for what you are.

Why do you have to be my everything?

It's the division
That causes diversion
From the real reason
Why there's a nation.

From the classic white and black
To the queer and straight
Take it a step further
And we'll reach heaven and hell.

Ever wonder why there's a lease
Beyond the acts and protocols
That only binds and blinds
Slowly dimming our wits and our eyes.

Blunt barricade, sharpened doors
Batons as heavy as our souls
Houdini cannot unloose
Seamed and woven by our ironic prose.

Do not rock the boat
Nor destroy the harmony
Of the community and society
Of honorable people
Who abhors abortion
But shames teenage parents.
Who points fingers
and throws stones
Knowing they deserve as much.

It's part of their daily rosary
To beg for forgiveness
Kneel for a hour and a half
Just so they can vindicate
Their ugly hearts.
It's part of their holy routine
To have a dry and rocky stares
And ****** ignore the helpless ***.

Oh smog! Such ugly snots!
Breathe your first
And condemn your last
Salvation is not for us.

How can you kiss me
With steady fingers?

Despair is my afternoon tea
And sometimes, my lamp in the evening
But if it's this easily explained
Then I wouldn't be this troubled.

My sights can only reach my eyelids
So there's no use climbing up that mountain
When the top is as dull as the plains
And the birds there are as silent as the lamb.

But of course I can hear far beyond that.
It is said that above all those twigs
And cherry flavored paper
There's a hymn that never fades out.

Maybe we need another kind of people
The one who can tolerate other soul
The one who can see differently
Yes,  the one who can love differently.

A day will come
That I will be more than my feelings.
More than my heartbreak
Yes, more than my heartbreak.

It's funny how you can elevate
My heartbeat and anxiety
And you, oblivious to my suffering
Can breath without a pause and hesitation.

A day will come
That I will no longer care if we shared
That same laughter or that glance
Or even care to check if your presence is close to mine.

But for now, I'll breathe
Though lumpy and not without a sigh
Though unsteady and thin
This uncertain breath can still sustain me.