Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada El amor está En los detalles Prefiere una flor sencilla A una docena de rosas Buscando sinceridad Se pregunta ¿Por qué me quieres?

Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words In any language Hungry for more We ask yet again Why do you love me? Searching for the tangible Not more vague words Yearning for sincerity

The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind It has more wounds Than I have Band-Aids

The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job The marriage We do not know The price they paid Paid Not with cash With blood, sweat and tears But most of all With time

You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top And flip flops I deny you neither I respect athletic And I respect sloppy Respect and identify But to try so hard To

Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless I crave Swimming Splashing I live in water Yet morbid fear Of drowning If I have to die I pray not by

My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time My sister’s cookies Brought the family Together If only to fight Over the last one My sister’s cookies Have kitchen chat

Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work Ready to be Pampered Massaged Polished And manicured So why Are they attached to me, Who is broke? For if feet can’t

My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done My priorities haven’t changed Just my unit of measure I used to measure in hours, Dollars and minutes Squeezing

I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized That these words speak to you Even if they are your own The intimacy of written language Is somehow

I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread

If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?

I regret all the things I ate when I was low 15:15 rule out the window #t1d

I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand If you need to turn away If it hurts to look If you want to know me I will be here Even the