Full empty full

She told me to run, but I decided to stay

I should’ve listened to you

because you left anyway

When you can’t sleep

When everything makes you cry

When you can’t eat and

you don’t want to try

This is when you know it’s over.

When the person who is the reason for your


every bite makes you feel less and less

What once made you feel so alive

is the reason why you feel dead



They wont leave in the night

She’s emotionally unstable he said

It’s easier being that way

People don’t need to understand

Feeling so deep you wonder why you

even fell so deep

So you look for an escape


Because you know the devil is watching you

playing with your hair

waiting for you to give into sorrow, to loss, to disbelief

and then I wonder if my grandmama is looking at me

Clean up your act

but losing you was the reason why I changed my act

and I started acting up…

My love

She can not be described. She’s an experience. Your time with her might be short so make sure to enjoy every second. Because once you think she’ll stay, she’ll kiss you in the middle of night and flee wherever her chameleon soul tells her to go next. It is why she is beautiful; she can be anywhere at any time and find happiness in every moment. She never knows where she is going, but she knows she’s going somewhere. And knowing this motivates her…to seek a greater perhaps. 

Poetry to you

We lost our way for reasons we understand, but don’t want to change. Visions of you everywhere I go, but not making the attempt to go see you. Communication is a two way street, but neither of us want to meet halfway. Or maybe that’s not even true. In my heart, I want to take those steps to see your face, but my mind tells me to stay home and finish cleaning.

Poetry of you because I know better to spill it all. Poetry of you because I can’t make the phone call. Poetry of you because I drive another direction. Poetry of you because what’s there to come home to?

The Town

I remember waiting for the train to go home. It was my first time ever taking a train and this one in particular would take me to New York. The ride was forty minutes. I remember being on the phone with my friend Stacy, and we were talking about our ex boyfriends at the time. Once I arrived to New York, I made sure to look really mean and turn my hands into fists just in case I had to fight. I made sure my hair was messy, my clothes baggy, and my face filthy just in case someone tried to hurt me. I paid for my ticket at the bus terminal and waited an hour and thirty minutes for my bus. Once I got on the bus, I felt at ease. As we made our way out the terminal, the city lights exposed themselves into the night sky. My heart started racing because the last time I saw those lights was when I was with Leon. My eyes started to get heavy and I told myself I didn’t think I could do New York without Leon. My friend Carlos at the time was chatting me up about how he wanted us to hang out when I got back to school. He could tell that the conversation was boring me so he told me to listen to this album called Kiss Land from the Weeknd. I put the album on repeat the whole way home. “You did many things, that I liked, that I liked. And you like diamond rings, I can provide…I can provide for you.” Listening to the song now, I see the New York City lights, I feel the fear of not being with Leon, and I remember the feeling of excitement of starting my life without him. Going down memory lane, I really wonder if it all ever happened. Was I really there. Did that part of my life really happen. All those people I met who fell in love with me and I slowly fell in love with them. I wish I could’ve held on stronger, loved a littler longer…tried a little harder. I wish I was a problem solver.

Emotional Suicide

It’s like I’m setting myself up for disaster

what exactly am I after

You told me it’s gonna take some time

some time before I can call you mine again

some time before we can work on being friends

some time before you can get over the end

part of me saying fuck it I’ve been waiting for so long

part of me saying I’m gone, I’m done

Part of me saying just wait a minute

you’re just mad just quit it

but everything you’ve been saying telling me you’re not with it

So why am I anticipating text messages and phone calls

why am I anticipating anything at all

You give me a minute of your time, and I fall for you again

just so you can tell me that you’re not trying to start a trend

Damn, I’m so tired I don’t give a damn

you hitting me up more and I don’t give a damn

you telling me you want to hang out, but it’s too late

don’t even want you as my man or as my friend

I feel tears start to build up in my eyes

feel like I’m being pulled by two sides

trying to move on, but catch myself waiting on you

I don’t know why I keep doing it

I call it emotional suicide.



There’s something about being broken. You know that you are and you’re in a constant debate on whether you love it or you hate it. The thing is you don’t expect much of yourself and people don’t expect much out of you either. You know that you’re fucked up in more ways than one. But then you’re disappointed because you want so much more,but can’t handle the pressure of being let down or to let down.