A beautiful little fool

Is that truly the best thing a girl can be?

To be happy, must we turn a blind eye to what makes us sad?

It’s in the eye of the beholder

It’s how you see it

What’s your perspective?

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Silly Dreams

I have dreams

Dreams that look more like love películas

Where the story line tells me that this moment in our duration is only the building tension

Ready to give way to the romantical climax

That we will part

But come running back

I have dreams that while you’re away

 You’ll realize the whole time you’ve been stuck in some haze

And we’ll come running back towards each other full force

Crashing into each other

Merging into one

Running so fast that it’ll seem like we’ve got a train we just can’t miss

And that is our relationship

I have a dream that, come May, you’ll show up to my graduation day

And propose to me

And that we’ll leave the country on an excursion

To the blossoming chapter of our reborn love

I have dreams

That all the hard work we’ve put in will pay off

Because no one will love the other more than we do each other

I have dreams

But is it just a dream?

Am I only a hopeless romantic?

I hope not…

Tuh, “Friends”

Friends

I have none of them

I have people who pretend

To relay information to my ex-girlfriend

Friends

I have none of them

I have people who get in

To fit in

And then

Flirt with my then girlfriend

Friends

I haven’t any of them

I have people who either hate me or want to date me

The predicaments I’m in

Friends

Who aren’t them

The ones gossiping spreading rumors

Soul-sucking information loving leeches

I don’t have a friend in them

Friend?

Is that you again?

I’ve been needing someone to talk to

Won’t someone let me in?

You are —were— my friend

Best friend

Homie, lover, friend

Til the end

What happened to you

I loved you

You left me

Come back

I need you

Love & Poems

My love life is like my poems right now

Fragmented

Not truly being able to be completed

Words…hearts…pounding against walls

Feeling blocked

But begging for bricks to fall

For true words to tumble out

Words that’ll explain everything

And for once make sense

Be open

Be open to me

Am I the only one in this duo who feels we’re meant to be?

What’s more to beg is…are you moving on from me?

Unfinished business…

[An unfinished poem, for an unfinished story]

I don’t usually drink, unless it’s on weekends.

Since we’ve separated

I’ve had a glass per day

For days

Four days

Representing how long you’ve been away

Lies I tell myself, like

I’ll be okay

Preponderance

Sometimes the stress, and debt of life makes me think, “marriage is too much of a debt,” “a kid is too much of a debt,”

 

And I counter that thought with eugenics. If I were not poor and striving to rise above, would debt even be a concept -an excuse in my mind as a reason to slash kids and marriage?

 

But then again, marriage is a dowry, so it’s all about money, right?

 

I think my thoughts are brilliant

 

But I counter that, too, with maybe they’re just drunken ramblings not worth penning

 

And I counter that with, “I always think that” as an excuse not to write down my thoughts.

 

Those very thoughts that I look back on, vaguely, and think, “Damn, why didn’t I pen that?”

 

Which leads me full circle.

 

Is this preponderance worthy of penning or not?

 

I guess I’ll never know, until I do…

 

…and so, I do.