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. 


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
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.


I Never Knew You.