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it's ok, i'm not drunk. i'm just crying in english.

[love]

[cryinginenglish]

i think you should know

i let everything die when you left

and i still can’t let

anything grow

and i see your face every night

i beg you to go

it makes me ill

my stomach turns every time

i never recognize your face

how could i?

it’s always the bird

on your shoulder. every time!

or is it a flower?

a bee? a stingray? either way

never your face.

maybe i never knew it

maybe i invented it

do you think someone could live

in such a delusional

state?

it’s the sea,

for me

i feel the same fear i did

when you lived here

i water it down, isn’t that right?

but everything dies.

everything drowns!

i can see it from the window

are you a figure of my

imagination?

through the cracks the water comes

running down the walls and i have

no one to call

[cryinginenglish]

mediocre poem for mediocre people

the fresh basil you left at my house

still smells like that friday night

whenever i open the door

and let the light shine

and the refrigerator illuminates

the dark place i call home

whenever you appear at my door

even the succulents know

now i can’t sleep on my bed

(or at all for that matter)

my sheets are still drying

from that night you got stuck inside my head

now i wait and wait and wait and

4am seems not that late

if you were to appear

my eyes can’t seem to leave

as if magically you would

open the door and find me

light my life and bring fresh basil

and plant them here where i could keep

but they’ve gone old

they are rotten and too cold

if it doesn’t smell like it used to

why can’t i throw it away?

it seems only appropriate

though they cannot find their way

[cryinginenglish]

everything i can’t say out loud 2/?

how cruel and how sweet

and how ironic it is

feelings and will

come with me

let me explain the fire

burning inside the ocean

that is my mind;

once again

the never-ending circle

it is the bicycle for two

which is missing a pair of shoes

where are them? i have lost

them. once again

maybe i left them at my

aunt’s house because i didn’t

want to go home

again

the strategist child has never

left my body, i realize it now

i will never go home

i don’t want to go home

for i don’t quite understand

Her whereabouts;

i don’t remember the color of the walls

i don’t know which road to take

the foundation can’t stand the floor for

it is flooding and on fire all at once

wet mud where mushrooms grow

flavorous and poisonous

all at once.

i don’t remember her face

or her smell and i

try to find it everywhere

the pending message echoes

inside my brain and

how hard and how empty

and how cruel

feelings and will

the ones i should have sent are

nowhere to be found.

[cryinginenglish]

everything i can’t say out loud 1/?

sweet lioness,

forsythia suspensa

i see you and think of heat,

smooth sailing and late afternoons,

when all is yellow and warm.

and the bees are outside,

searching for flowers

honey,

can you hear the buzzing?

taking care of their children

so unaware of their importance

inside a system that is not

worthy of their excellence

at six o’clock it is already dark,

and cold, and bitter and

the bats are battering their wings

eating the flying worms that were

eating us whole

for you have gone home

and i am alone.

no surprises, only

hot coffee to warm my insides

and deprive me of sleep

and of seeing you tonight

but the yellow pill will take me to bed

dance with me,

and sing me to sleep.

kiss my forehead

and tuck me in;

but only after i weep

and weep

and weep

every night with a sip of water

when my mind has a vacancy sign

available only for the darkness

and the bats and the bees

and my wretched sleep

no yellow flowers in this room

for they cannot survive here

if they could i think they would

follow me to my tomb

let me water your soil

and bury myself inside your holes

[cryinginenglish]

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