I am sleepwalking through life,

and I am the murmur of a whisper gone unsaid.

The wind sways me off my feet and I have learned

that love comes from obedience.

I never know what to say when people are sincere with me.

I have gone through life repressing and smiling and all

my lips can form is a tight “Thank you,”

and poetry is just another way to hide.

Nadie presta atención a las mentiras si suenan bonitas.

I am just another dream-induced prescription life gave you. The curse of vulnerability makes me gag and

Irony knows how to play the game well.

My father’s conscious hides within me

y no tengo palabras para decirle en estos cinco años

que me ha quedado sola.

My mind swirls around me like a seasick dream

crashing upon the shores of realization of how

unbearable it is to look myself in the eye.

Algunas veces siento que siempre va a ser así,

validando el dolor con las partes rotas,

wanting to rip my veins out just to see if I will bleed.