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. 

Somebody.

Just keep your sugar coated words
and the mirage of perfect hand strokes
up and down
my back

Played like a deck of cards
and I chose to call your spade
a fucking spade

Because for a second,
my life was a rose colored glass
You were wrapped around my heart
and I almost handed you my soul
wrapped
in a box
with a rose colored bow

Just keep your candy coated lies
and the mirage of delicately placed lips
that weren’t made for me

Because you didn’t want me
You just wanted somebody.

xxcv

I Never Knew You.

Hypnosis