By Mac Guerreiro It looks differently than eye imagined, Where eye thought eye’d push harder, Eye’m releasing my grip, Where eye thought eye’d be doing more, Eye am removing things from my “must do’s,” Eye’m honoring the primitive ones, The ones whom didn’t get to grow, The ones whom got banished before eye could even …
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Here
By Mac Guerreiro And there he was, standing, looking at me lovingly. Eye wondered how much he’d seen. Had he caught my shoulders moving subtly as eye sobbed, filled with love and sorrow at the sight and sensation of Mother Ocean? Could he hear the conversation we were having? Then it became clear that it …
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 …
Why Not?
By Mac Guereiro Why not choose love? Why not approach everything with curiosity? Why not practice acceptance? Why not?
Of an Elephant
By Mac Guerreiro Ever since eye was a child my memory has been excellent. Given that eye am paying attention, usually eye am, eye remember nearly everything. Over the course of my romantic relationships this has both been a blessing and a curse… although, more of a curse. The reason being that if he says …
The Constant
By Mac Guerreiro Eye thought eye had to be fully “healed” in order to attract you,So eye dove into myself without fear of what eye might find,Yet the deeper eye went the quicker eye realized,Healing is going to be a constant for a long time,So eye resigned,My desire for you shoved deeply to the darkest …
Making Room
by Mac Guerreiro She was always told “you’re too much.” Her feelings, her opinions, the intensity with which she appeared to do everything. Eventually as her voice became louder, a coping mechanism for being “trapped” in a small frame, the idea became “you’re too loud.” With all of this criticism towards an energy that was …