native new yorker with dominican roots. writer of all things love, life, family, sex, friends and everything in between. a not so secret obsession with stringing along words to form perfect sentences - reflecting what the mouth can't say. 

Lyrical.

I can’t tell you all I’ve been able to give you
I’m not too sure what it is
I can tell you how I’ve managed to super glue my pieces together
I have cracks and uneven edges now
It’s all I have for you.

But
guess what?

I’m still full.
I’m overflowing.
Discovering new parts of me because of you.
All I can manage to spit out is

you’re a real ass woman and I like it.

xxcv.

To Infinity.

#truth