I discovered all the water has gone to your brain
Your womb is surprisingly dry.

How many more children will it take
To fill your empty soul.

There's an anchor at the bottom of your pelvis.

Like a bald-faced hornet trapped in amber.

Let it go.

What's the point
In wasting time and wasting ink
When I can't verbalise the thoughts I think?

That night with you,
I learned the secret of it all.
The secret of love and how to fall.

In case you wonder
How you ever will know,
Spend time in silence and love should grow.

For we shared a glance,
A glance that pitifully pleaded.
And with that we knew that no words were needed.

24 hours ago I was someone different
but right now I'm crying right where I'm sitting:
in this old photo booth on the side of the beach
where you left me after saying that we should end things
because this wasn't turning out the way that you expected it to be.

There's two certain types of
People in this life. The one's who pick a fight
Or try to pick fight's because their miserable.
And a man who straight up rapes your mind, heart and body.
Which one is better to stand up against?
I say both señorita!

The molehill got bigger
Behind the red crimson barn. Gramp's gun today will have some fun. Shooting away at the furry rat bustard's!
Their holes have made my crop's a sickly figure
Creating my land into disaster
As a creating poet I'll write of the hole digger's
As a grandpa,
I'll shoot their brain out of their head's.
Mole day
Today their dead!

The detail is in
The
M
I
X.
I'm slow
Fast
Quick.
I can be anything you
Want me
To be
Sénor!
Just not like your ex bestie
I'm not easy
I don't go for moola,
I'm not a *****,
comprender?

I guess it's too complicated for us to stay friends
after everything that's happened
I'm sorry that I can't take it back
you were my bestest friend and
now we don't even say hello or
associate with eachother in the
slightest amount of words or chatter.
and it's a shame because to you; *I mattered.

I swore I heard you today
In the sound of my heart beat
It would beat bump, bump, stab!
That's sad.

Make me want to respect you
Give me a good reason,
Don't just smack me from behind and expect a favor.