more sad gurl poems…


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Sitting across from you at the corner booth

I look deep

into your eyes

Something I've done a million times

Somehow this time feels different

I can feel my body syncing with yours

My nervous system relaxing

No random thoughts

Fully present

Wanting to slow down time

You turn your phone over to show me something

The clock showing us it's 2:22 p.m.

You laugh because you already know the numbers bring me peace

Even if you don't understand why

The way you make sure I'm taken care of

Fills every void in my body My nervous system relaxing

No random thoughts

Fully present

Wanting to slow down time

So familiar

Unknown to each other in this world

You still take care of my heart

As if you've held it with so much care before

In another dimension we connected

Connection so deep it transfers to the current realm

Unable to disconnect from you

I sit with the feelings of your love I close my eyes and see you Looking deep into your eyes

I can feel how you see me for who I am

Connected to one another

My nervous system relaxing

No random thoughts

Fully present

Wanting to slow down


arriba de la azotea

The sky was blue with a flow of pink and orange

The birds were chipping

The trees dancing as the wind created their music

Arriba de la azotea

En las sillas de mi abuela

I asked you to hold my hands

Your hands holding mine

Our fingers intertwined

Creando una conexión 

Dándole vida a algo que ya estaba allí 

Our energies dancing together

Waves of purple 

Creating our fire

Te lei tus cartas

Tarot

Giving you clarity and self insight

You told me all about how the card pulls were really hitting

I knew nothing about you

Other than everything i was feeling when i felt you close

Familiarity, like i had known you all my life

Sharing moments in paradise

Our connection ran between the earth, the moon, the sun, and our hearts

Feeling like it was just yesterday

All our memories haunting me

Attempting to forget

To move on 

Pero me regreso

A ese dia arriba de la azotea

Cuando me sentía arriba del mundo

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