Hard

By Mac Guerreiro Eye have my moments, The ones in which eye am so rigid, It’s a wonder eye can breathe, The ones in which all that matters is that “you understand me,” Understanding, What a trap, Because eye never quite feel that, Even with those whom know me most, There’s a gap should they …

Waiting

By Mac Guerreiro Eye can’t help but wonder what it is, Before it was the bar, The thing that kept you far, Now that’s no longer there, Yet my time with you is just as scarce, Except now eye really don’t know when it’ll be my turn, And it feels like eye have to leave …

Spark in the Dark

By Mac Guerreiro Eye’ve forgotten, The trouble is eye’ve forgotten what Eye’m to remember, Eye feel so far from that innocent ember, The one that glowed so fiercely long ago, And now it’s nothing but a sizzle, Struggling to stay aglow, Eye ask myself “what happened?” And tears rush forth, The trauma still too much …

It Was The Worst of Times?

By Mac Guerreiro There’s a silver lining here, Eye know it, Even if we don’t see it, Eye feel it, Things have had to change, They’ve been shifting for ages, This is the culmination, Rhyme and reason don’t vibe, And the fear of what this means for us consumes most, Yet to entertain said fear …

Ground 0

By Mac Guerreiro Eye wish eye could tell you eye deserved that, That my message warranted such a response, Maybe it did, Maybe writing and sending something so mean and aggressive made you feel better, Maybe in hurting me you felt validated, Eye know eye hurt you, Eye knew it when eye apologized, Eye felt …

Finding Freedom

by Mac Guerreiro She’s been telling me something, She’s been trying, Trying for years, And eye finally see it, All the while eye doubted my productivity, My ability to follow through, To create something new, Because eye was used to a straight line, Unlike the spiral that feels more aligned, My mind getting in the …

Making Sense

By Mac Guerreiro It brings tears to my eyes to read that over again, To be reminded that he really holds my heart gently in his hands, Emotionally aware is a lot to ask yet he’s just that, Just and more, So much more than eye could have asked for, Yet ask eye did and …

Proximate Distance

By Mac Guerreiro It physically hurts to sit here and feel a million miles away, My heart feels tight, As if a mighty hand won’t let it breathe, As if this hand can only squeeze, And squeeze tighter, Then never let go, That’s how it feels to be so close yet so far away from …

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