Sweeter Things

By Mac Guerreiro Before eye knew it he woke me. Eye’ve hardly experienced sweeter moments than falling asleep while his fingers ran gently through my hair.

Home

By Mac Guerreiro Where the heart is, It’s cliche and yet it’s true, Home feels like you.

Asking Myself

By Mac Guerreiro Perhaps making the better choices is a win, Don’t you think? Maybe choosing the lesser evil in the impossible moment means progress, Don’t you think? There’s a chance that we’re doing better than we ever have, That this time we’re doing things for the benefit, Rather than as a way to avoid …

Noticing

By Mac Guerreiro Eye retract, Hide away, He notices, Like no one ever has.

Easy

By Mac Guerreiro Eye’ve gotten used to being a lot. A lot of feelings, a lot of volume, a lot of thoughts… just a lot. It’s served me to be myself in this way for the most part. Whenever eye set my mind to learning or accomplishing something eye am all in with the whole …

A New Wave

By Mac Guerreiro Eye watch her fade, Not into oblivion but rather into myself, Eye watch her fill the nooks and crannies of my being, Bringing with her wisdom only she can contribute, She’s had to learn, We both have, We all have, And as she integrates the learning becomes solid, And a new wave …

It’s Okay to Not Be Okay

By Mac Guerreiro No distractions today, just all the feelings spilling out of me faster than eye can decipher them. No one’s arms to lie in…. how convenient. The feeling of abandonment is even more visceral when eye’m the one doing the abandoning. So eye cry. All. The. Way. Home. Maybe eye’ll sleep when eye …

Self-Sabotage?

By Mac Guerreiro What if eye told you there’s no such thing? That every decision made is done so with the intentions of helping you, That we are heavily split, And parts of us have yet to see we’re no longer trapped, Trapped in the prison of childhood, The prison that created our self-sabotaging ways …

If

By Mac Guerreiro Fear of something that hasn’t happened, Fear of this, It keeps me in paralyses, Not even venturing forth, Into what it might feel like, How it might be, This feels imprisoning, So eye realize this and step back, See things from a difference place, *** If you walked away, It would hurt, …

Anything

By Mac Guerreiro Eye’m reaching, Then eye’m waiting, For what eye don’t know, But he helped me see how this is so, Waiting for a stipulation to find itself in place, Waiting for a right time, Putting it off just in case a better opportunity exists, Through all of this, Time and time again eye’m …