Andrew Gomez

Andrew Gomez Nov 2020

Essay

I was given a pen to write my story.
But little did I know, I was the ink.

Andrew Gomez Nov 2020

Painter

My life is a canvas.
I'm the paintbrush.
Like Bob Ross has said.
There are no mistakes.
Only happy accidents.
"'Til next time friends."

Andrew Gomez Nov 2020

At last

I'm finally free.
It feels good.
My heart no longer hurts when I think of you.
My mind is no longer at war with my words.
I've finally sailed to the eye of the storm.
I'm calm and collected.
I thought you would be happy.

Andrew Gomez Nov 2020

Player 1

Love was the game.
I got finessed.
Followed my heart.
'Til I realized it was too late.

Andrew Gomez Nov 2020

A woman is lik'a book

Opening up a book is like opening up a womans feelings for the first time.
you never know what you're gona get and you can't see what's happening down the way
but just know by each chapter there's always something new to learn
the more you progress the deeper in the book you get
it's just lika woman.. the more she opens up the deeper her feelings also get
and when you're almost done with the book you can see that it's already getting good
it's just lika woman she almost trust you with her feelings and not meant to be joked about
it's just like a book even though books don't become true
it's just lika woman not everything you know will come to life
except for the feelings that are burning inside
after the book is over you reminisce about what happened
and just lika woman when she finally opens up all of her to you
you sit there in aw
because you know she trusts you
reading a woman is like reading a book

Andrew Gomez Nov 2020

'Til this day

'Til this day I wonder where I went wrong with you.
I hope our paths never cross again.
I've been hurting for months and I have no idea how long it will be.
Before I actually feel fine.
I've been killing myself with all this downtime.
Wondering about you and how you're doing.
This will be my last poem about you.
I lived to see 23 and I'm happy for that.
A year ago I had you.
This month in a couple of days.
This will sproute new memories.
For myself so I can see my life completely without you.
I wish I could turn into a door so you can walk in and see my life.
'Til you realize how many locks you have to go through just to open the door.
I've had so many people tell me just to let it go.
Even you said "it is what it is."
And you're right.
'Til this day.
It will be "it is what it is."
You even told me happy birthday and it was awkward for me.
You don't really care about me.
Nevermore should I care about you.
'Til this day.
We walk separate paths.
Shall it stay like that.