topo chico clinking in the backseat
reminds me of when i found the
empty something-else in your recycling

(sheesh)

driving me bonkers
that i still crave to kiss you
it’s the little things
that help me not miss you

bought me the wrong kind of candy for a late valentine’s
and maybe i shouldn’t care as much as i do
but i couldn't help the eerie feeling creeping inside
that things wouldn’t ever be what they used to

Betrayal lurking,
In hope of novelty,
Like news carried by the wind,
Blaming indifference,
Breaking the convention
Imposed by society,
Following rules
Indifferent to the heart.

We seek the reason
That "corrupts" emotion.
To be human is to seek reason,
Hiding from sensation.

To succeed and fail,
To run and fall,
To rise and lower,
To cross,
To decide,
To fix and depart.

Here lies the break
In reconciliation,
In the absence of trust.
Love forgives,
But for how long?
Here’s the issue:
The discontent,
The restlessness,
The blessed novelty.

Would we have arrived here,
Without this search?
I don't think so.
What is normal?
What is predefined?
And by whom?

Betrayal is normalized,
A disruption of trust
From an abnormal union,
But natural to the essence,
Like rivers that flow into the sea,
Waves that break through cliffs,
Eagles that migrate and spread,
Devastating tsunamis,
Storms that ravage.

Ah, commitment, pact,
Agreement, alliances,
Necessary for balance,
But inattentive to temptations
And the shocks of passions,
Stronger and older
Than human wisdom.

Why do I love you
Why do I care
You’ve destroyed me completely
Yet you call and I’m there.

You could rip out my heart
And hand it to me on a silver platter
And I would still love you

I dance around a fire, burning too hot.
Fire I foolishly threw gasoline on.
If I take a wrong step,
misplace my footing,
I’ll surely be burned.

The warmth, a stark contrast to the cold night,
But the heat has become sweltering.
My hair has began to singe,
my feet have blistered.

Every crackle threatens an explosion,
At any moment it’ll combust,
but still I continue to dance.

he brings the storms
his heart is a battlefield of highs and lows
bipolar skies
filled with clouds that shift from sunshine to tempest

and i, i am his mirror
an echo of his broken soul
a child of that storm
torn between the calm and the chaos

we are bound by our blood
by the same fire that roars in our veins
but we are split by the chasm of his silence
his departure is a bridge
burnt by the flames of his own war

in my darkest times, i see him
in my reflection, and in my shadow
and it leaves me wondering
am i chasing the ghost of a man who never learned to stay?

our connection is a wound, scarred deep
where love and pain intertwine
where his legacy is my inheritance
an heirloom of torture
a story that will never come to fruition
and a relationship torn to pieces