sluggishly whispering hints
hoping you would notice
instead obliviously ignoring the obvious

a vial with a drop of truth
an ocean with a spill of lies
but blaming you for being blind

watching you watch her
feathers in your eyes welcomed me
truthfully really allured her

instead i blamed you for my mistakes
but knew i was suppressing a bittersweet reality
truthfully only wanting all i couldnt

I like kites and expensive flights
They all have nice sights

I was born with the biggest eye sockets the nurses had ever seen, but unfortunately my eyelids weren't even
Because of genetics, or from a Hispanic superstition my mother told me, I have uneven eyelids that make me take pictures with my left side because society told me to find my good side since my whole face wasn't good enough
Wasn't pleasing enough
or wasn't beautiful enough
That lasted about the first 11 years of my life
Then I met a boy in California who said my eyes were so big and so brown that my eyelashes reminded him of spider legs because of all the coats of mascara and black eyeliner I used to compensate for the lack of evenness, and how the color of my eyes reminded him of brown sugar cookies his grandma use to make him when he was sad
That's when I fell in love with myself
In love with the fact that my eyes were described to be the size of the moon with or without make up
How the brownness in them turned darker with rage,  jade when calm, and a honeysuckle color when in love
I fell in love with the way my eyelashes touched my eyebrows on a daily bases
And even whenever I cry, I still love the way my eyes can tell someone how I feel better than words do
To this day I don't know what that boys name was, but I thank him
For reminding me that my faults, even the slightest ones make me unique
make me beautiful

With his tongue coated in sugar
and a smile seeping with sin,
I ignored what Mama told me
and let that devil in.

If I fall from the sky
   And I land by your side
      Will you notice?

      If the tears in my eye
   Decide not to hide
I can focus

It's hard not to die
    When you're empty inside
I don't exist

     I continue to try
And somehow I've survived
    Like a locust

    If I open my eyes,
      Will the sun ever rise?
   Do you know this?

If I were to die
    Right before our paths tied
That'd be so perfect
     That I would cry
My eyes have been wet
    My tongue so dry
          I've given up
    I will no longer try