El Romanticismo de la Luna de Miel

poetry and art

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[themooncupid]

One Less Branch to Bear Bad Fruit

It doesn't matter how good I was,

How good I could've been.

It matters how I turned out,

What I did afterwards.

There's a part of me I see,

How kind and gentle I was.

How respectful and careful I was.

None of that matters.

Not the hits to the head,

Not the pills fed into me,

Not the child sexual abuse,

Not the losing friends,

Not the friendship sexual assaults,

Not the poverty,

Not the government.

None of that matters because it is my head,

My head I must fix,

My head that directed me wrong,

My head that is sick.

But I can't keep up.

Like I'll never be the good person I was before it all became too much.

Before I let it all turn me into something disgusting and horrific.

So I hear the calling,

Out into the sea.

Let's see a few more things,

Let's play a few more strings,

Let's listen to music and do a few more paintings.

Let's try to find a cure for somethings.

But I hear the calling,

Out into the sea.

I see the edge I'll step off of.

The way the wind will be that day.

People will be glad,

People will say, "finally"

People will be glad.

People will laugh and say, "wait actually?"

People will be glad.

I don't think I ever stood a chance.

How could I have possibly believed I could be good?

When my own biology is stained.

Daughter of a rapist,

Daughter of an abuser.

A horrific mess is so engraved in me that I managed to make something as innocent as flowers become so horrifically disgusting.

And it doesn't matter how much I chase the lights,

I can never fix this.

I never stood a chance.

So I hear the calling,

Out into the sea.

One less branch to bear bad fruit.

I can't keep up,

I can't rescue me.

One less branch to bear bad fruit.

One less branch to bear bad fruit.

Why would anyone want to rescue me.

One less branch to bear bad fruit.

I can't fix what's wrong with me.

I am just as bad and disgusting as my family,

It never mattered fighting them off,

It never mattered to defend myself.

It never mattered to take it all in.

Because I did,

I took it all in.

No wonder why I ended up so horribly.

So I hear the calling,

Out into the sea.

One less branch to bear bad fruit.

I tried to fight how things would end up for me.

I should have let them kill me while I was young and pure,

Before I did anything to harm anybody.

Instead of taking it all in like I could somehow make a cure.

One less branch to bear bad fruit.

One less branch to bear bad fruit.

One less branch to bear bad fruit.

One less branch to bear bad fruit.

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Quintana

There were cards that I was given,

And I kept them close just to keep.

I do wish someone was as mad as I am,

As devastated as I am.

Look at her,

She is just a fool.

There were shells I picked,

And I gave them to my mother,

I gave them to my family.

Look at her,

She was just a tool.

I can only care for the beach from afar,

But I am there.

I am the water and depth.

I am the sand and the shells.

And if you go to Quintana,

You can feel that I was there.

Long ago I was there and I gave,

I gave and fought like the waves.

And if you go to Quintana,

At night you will see the moon peacefully watch as the waves crash.

You can feel me there,

If you close your eyes.

If you try,

I was there.

Long ago, I was there.

The moon will tell you with her silence,

The sea will yell.

The sand will tell you about the violence.

If you close your eyes.

If you try,

I was there.

Long ago, I was there.

You can feel me in a shell.

The beach will tell.

Oh how I do wish,

You can ask the stars.

How I do wish.

That I was undoubtedly loved from long ago,

From 12th street till now.

From Quintana to the High Plains.

You can ask the stars.

How I know,

That I am not missed,

I'm not begged for,

I'm not called upon.

They all gather around my family,

With prayers and forgiveness.

I don't have Quintana,

I barely have the stars.

And I fear,

I won't be tried for as much as I tried for myself,

Like I knew my body was dear.

Like I knew I was as harmful as a deer.

How devastating.

To be too familiar with headlights,

Believing it was somehow the moon that came down for me.

Believing the moon had seen me at Quintana and did not care that I was the oil that spilled on the shore,

That the moon had seen the table and saw me crying by the door.

That the moon knew I waited for flowers by the kitchen floor.

All my cards are on the table.

Quintana is the shore.

The moon watched me aid others in Spanish Peaks and give it up to aid myself at High Plains.

All my cards are on the table.

There is no other body on my bed,

It's not like I was ever able.

The only knocking on my door is to sell the acre.

I am not at the shore,

But I was there long ago.

I was there.

In Quintana,

I was there years ago.

If you close your eyes,

You can feel me there.

The way I stood there at night staring at the moon,

Closing my eyes and hearing the waves crash and swoon.

Feel me there.

Know I gave,

Know I tried.

With the cards that were given,

Know I tried.

I just didn't have a royal flush,

I didn't even have vengeance.

I didn't have the moon,

I barely had Quintana.

I kept nothing.

Even the cards were left on the table,

They eat love while I believe I'll never be able,

Able to keep,

Able to love,

Able to feel,

Able to touch,

Able to eat at the table.

But in Quintana,

You can feel me there.

I was there,

years ago.

If you close your eyes,

You can feel me there.

The way I stood there at night staring at the moon,

Closing my eyes and hearing the waves crash and swoon.

Feel me there.

Know I gave,

Know I tried.

With the cards that were given,

Know I tried.

Without a royal flush,

I tried.

I didn't hold the stars,

I didn't even hold vengeance.

I didn't hold the moon,

I barely held Quintana.

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Beaver supermoon.

(November 05, 2025).

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