#jailtime
Sometimes I feel like there is more than just air in between our bodies than these bricks.
There's tension in between the concrete,
You are here wondering when i'd leave.
I'm here thinking That i should do what you believe.
Is It worth it?
2759 days, you could write a book, get a job, Maybe out of this country.
There is No white. I Am not white.
If anything, I'm grey.
I want to stay,
But here you are, Pushing me away.
You don't want to see me because one day you won't.
Maybe I'll stop pursuing this case.
There would been have hope for A different situation.
But you got your mind made up On fate.
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 4:14 AM UTC
You were on one knee again.
I was about to say yes.
“Nunez!”
My eyes shoot open and I’m in my red jumpsuit.
I turn to look at the guard, he brought me the book I wanted.
Two nights ago that is.
The girls in my pod were joyous and full of life.
I just smiled when needed and tucked the book under my mat.
Then climbed in my cocoon to fall asleep again till court.
It was four o’clock when I read what happened.
Stabbing you and breaking your phone was the only intentions I had apparently.
Your real name pops up throughout the reading and I’m filled with rage, hurt and vengeance.
Instead I cry.
Screaming inside hoping someone notices.
My heart burned and crumbled.
All because I wanted you to leave and you couldn’t, wouldn’t.
I’m stuck with felonies to fight while you get to run around free.
I hope you never see me again and I to you.
Everyone was right.
I shouldn’t have went back.
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 10:31 AM UTC