I saw all the space
and every corner that would
be haunted by you.

The spaces between
our heartbeats & hands narrow
whenever I see you.

Please for the love of God help my people.

3.5 million U.S. citizens live on the island and are in need of help.

America you claim you want to help your people well let’s start with people who truly need it.

America your necessities are their luxuries.

Puerto Rico was not yours to begin with

But now that you’ve claimed us at least take care of us

We don’t ask for much

We are only asking for the ability to breathe and read books

I didn’t know that was such a high demand

My people are suffering

With no water to drink or bathe

We are left with the stench of hopelessness

Because America, you are more concerned with toupees

Than your own people

Yes, I did not stutter

Your people, Puerto Ricans

No not the immigrants because we are not immigrants

Our passports are twins not fraternal

Why do you like us when we hit a baseball or sing some tune on American Idol

We are doctors

We are cashiers

We are students trying to better our lives

We are a people begging for help

Do not look at us and turn away

My island was once a beautiful place where birds sang in harmony

And the coquis call smoothed the worst of souls

We don't know this island anymore because our island is America’s landfill

A place where the government tested nuclear bombs without thinking of its own people

The people are living on faint hope backed the knowledge that tomorrow probably won't be better

Why do you, America, want us like this

America you ask me why do I care so much about an island I haven't been to

I care because my roots flow back to the land 100 miles across the sea

One that I have the ability to call home from my rented home here

America, you created this land so people of all nations and backgrounds could have a chance at a better life

My people are still waiting for this promise to be fulfilled

America we beg you, help us

My people are suffering

We are tired of being the last pick for the team we didn’t even want to join

We are tired of the rottened mold you have put us in

So let this be a warning that your mold is finally falling apart because of your greed

Do not blame us for this

You are the hand clamped onto ours and forced us to cover our mouths

America, Puerto Ricans are ready to talk so we can live in harmony

All you have to do is take our hand off our mouths

All it takes is one
gesture of love once a day
for the rest of days.

i can't. i can't do this anymore. i deserve so much more than this, more than you. you are selfish, and you are using me and i hate that it took me this long to see it. i am sick of feeling empty when i am with you, and desolate when i am without you. you are not the one who will complete me. my love for you is unreal, i would do anything for you, and i cannot live like that anymore. i am tired of compromising my happiness for you, of changing who i am to fit you. loving you is like being caught in the ocean's undertow, getting pulled farther and farther out. i am lost in you. when you first touched me, i bloomed like a flower in the spring, but now every time you touch me i wilt, a part of me dies. so don't. don't do that. don't tell me that you love me, don't tell me that i am perfect, don't whisper your hurried compliments in my ear. i need you out of my head, out of my dreams, out of my heart. watching you destroy yourself is destroying me too and i can't allow you to drag me down into the pit of your despair. your mistakes are not mine, not anymore. so tell me that you hate me. tell me that you never loved me, that i meant nothing to you. break my heart over and over. set me free.

Smoke in the room
I can't see you
anymore
Where did you go
We had it all

Three fearful years
So many troubles, so many tears
You needed something
You blinded yourself - you saw me give nothing

But I gave it all

How can you see it now
When I'm stuck inside this cloud
Your ankles are chained to the ground
You're begging me to save you somehow

But your addiction with picking flowers
Won't be much easier to fix than climbing towers

With broken hands
I think we should work on some different plans

I have a bonfire heart.
a love that burns deep red.
with the rise and fall of my chest it sirs, warming those around me.
but as the fire dwells down and the embers burn, the people leave.
who sticks around when the fire is at its lowest.
i have a bonfire heart.