Waves
Sunsets
Full moons
All beautiful sights

Yet I still choose
To look at you.

i     m i s s    y o u



b u t ,


i     m i s s     m e ,


    m o r e .

you were my favorite moment

a fleeting moment


with you

I grew


with you I loved

a good love

You inspired me

Your words cut through my chest and into my heart

where they stayed


Where they are

My muse

the heart behind my words

My name slips between the lines that you speak

do you look at her

and see me?

do you take her where we used to be?

our own little world intertwined with

moments

desire to go back



I reach out for you

but all my fingertips touch is a

ghost

of what we could have been

and the words we never said.

I am difficult to understand
In English
In Spanish.

No se como escribir.
but I try.

I talk funny
Pero intento.

Hay muchas cosas que nunca van a poder entender
And maybe it's because I am terrible at pronouncing.

There are so many things people will never understand
Y a lo mejor es por que nunca aprendi como hablar formalmente.

Soy terrible pronunciando las palabras
And maybe it is because I never learned to speak formally.

My mom says I never speak in one language
Siempre hablo en dos lenguajes.

Mi ama dice que nunca puedo hablar en solo un idioma
I mix things up or forget words, so I just replace them.

Mezclo las palabras o se me olvidan, entonces las reemplazo
I always speak in two languages.

soy una mezcla de los que me vieron crecer, y de el lugar en cual yo creci.

I am a mix of those who saw me grow up, and the setting in which I grew up.

una guerra entre lo que soy y lo que quieren que sea.
Always a war inbetween who I am and who they want me to be.
pero nunca satisfaciendo a los dos.

but never satisfying both.