How do I forgive my eyes
for their weakness
turned to tears
in the middle of my sleep?
For all the times
I’ve been awake at night
apologizing to the pillow
for never being able
to keep it dry.

We are all museums
of anger and discontent
and we feel obligated to
show our artworks
to the world.

Let me be your stuntman
to love you
when you don’t have
the courage to.

I lost many people
in my life but
at least I got what
I deserved:

self love.

Showers make you
vulnerable.
You are naked,
not only your body
but your soul too

The thoughts running
through your head
as the water runs
through your skin

Not knowing if it is
actually water
or maybe tears.

We all have poetry
inside of us.
So take this poem,
title it with your name,
listen to the beautiful
verses your heart
dictates to you
and write them down.