Anxious Insight

By Mac Guerreiro Eye’m starting to see, Eye’m starting to see how this isn’t about me, How a trail of hurt has left you scarred, How for you this “relationship thing” is already hard, Eye’ve been feeling wronged, Because if roles were flipped forgiveness would have already been a given, Bringing you closer to me …

Maybe Caring IS Sharing

By Mac Guerreiro Eye have nothing but time, Yet eye don’t pick up and write, Since when have eye been pen shy? There’s always that point though, When it takes me sitting and putting my heart on the page, Eye don’t always want to dive in that way, But Eye’m seeing it must be done, …

Here There Elsewhere

By Mac Guerreiro Not quite here, Yet not elsewhere, But also not there, A mind full of ideas, And a body with no energy to spare, A heart sustained by shallow breaths, Holds the deepest depths, The desire is strong, More so than the usual one, To create something of my own, Something with plenty …

Bunny Problems

By Mac Guerreiro Not even being ahead of the game, Quells the speed coach within me, Push harder, Go faster, Push harder so you can go faster, And as fast as eye go, As hard as eye try, It’s never quite there, It never will be, She used to protect me, Her motivation comes from …

Unattainable

By Mac Guerreiro Eye compare her, Eye compare her to everyone, Regardless of the fact that she’s incomparable, So are they, But eye compare them anyway, Then eye tell myself it’s not okay, Not because eye strive to be loving, But as a punishment for doing the wrong thing, Compassion isn’t even a thought, Not …

Instinctual Shyness

By Mac Guerreiro Eye’m terrified of my instinctual nature. This is what eye realized while watching a Snake Discovery vídeo on understanding a snake’s body language. Watching Emily handle her snakes fearlessly whilst mentioning that when we display uncertain behavior we appear like predators caused me to become aware unlike ever before. My Cleo is …

Retreat, Shut Down, Who Knows

By Mac Guerreiro The tears push forward and pool at the edges of my eyes, threatening to spill over, taking my freshly applied makeup in their wake. Eye don’t want to cry, eye want to seem stoic, eye want to hide these fears that have scared so many before him away. He said “considering both …

Speaking Up

By Mac Guerreiro Eye’m too nice. Ever since childhood it was beaten into me that eye’m to be nice. No matter what is happening, good girls are always nice. The trouble with that lies in the fact that eye am now nice even when eye feel wronged, even when eye’m being preyed upon, even when …

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