If i tried to light a light as bright as you
I'd probably have to build a pyre
I'd burn all my books down and
all the little coffee shop receipts I keep
inside all my bags.
I'd burn the bubblegum wrappers and the
bills inside my wallet.
I'd burn all the flyers people bring to our doorstep.
I'd burn all my dry plants and my clothes,
All the wooden boxes where I keep my necklaces.
I'd burn every flammable material I could find.
All in the pyre, no time to rest.
The smoke would rise and ruin the planet.
It would burn along the other houses and begin a forest fire,
killing everyone it touched.
The biggest pyre I could build
Still wouldn't light up
my life
like you do.

I have to cut my hair.

I've let it grow for too long because I like the feeling of it running down my back and flowing in the wind even when I wear the highest ponytails. It doesn't look great anymore because it has not a specific haircut. I just let it grow for months and months and months and try very hard to stop plucking hairs out of my head when I'm anxious. I really don't do it consciously though, so it's kind of hard to stop myself from doing it.

I like long hair that frames my face, because it's too round and I get self-conscious about it somedays. Lately it hasn't been so, because I've been losing weight and my face is starting to look different.

I don't really like the process of losing weight because I feel like my body, just like my growing hair, doesn't have a specific shape. It doesn't have a haircut designed by a professional. It looks shapeless.

I was told a couple of weeks ago that I looked like I had shrunk. Like someone had put me in a dryer for too long and hadn't read the tag on the back that said air dry only and now I was tinier.

Tiny is okay I guess.

I should change my looks. I should get a haircut. Not too short so I can still feel my hair running down my back, but I should trim my ends because they get tangled and look ungly when I take a hairbun off.

I should get a facial. I should get the facial that my student gave to me on teachers' day because everyone says that it made their skins glow and look amazing, but I'm pretty sure my face will only look red and puffy for like three days because that's how facials have gotten me in the past. Also I'm too lazy to call up and make an appointment. But I should.

I should write more often but I have nothing to say.

On a perfect day
We rest on our elbows
And pick the best song
In each Beatles' Album
I drink iced coffee
You drink iced tea
We contemplate how happy
We make each other.

you said your heart was coal
and that empathy wasn't a skill you had mastered
but maybe with enough pressure
coal would turn into diamond

you were a diamond to begin with
nothing gets through you
you can sharpen knives against that heart
it could pierce through me
so easily

it's like my heart was made of warm butter.

No tengo fuerzas para pensar
en lo que hiciste conmigo
en el desorden que soy ahora
no tengo energía
para pensar en ti.

Estoy cansada
trabajo mucho
leo demasiado
y pienso más.
No hay horas suficientes
en los días de la semana
para deternerme a pensar
en ti.

Mi solución a no poder enseñarte el poema que te escribí es enseñárselo a todos los que conocemos y hacer en mi mente una realidad donde alguien te dice que te escribí un poema bonito.

I feel the sun rising
red in the horizon;
Legolas said that blood
was spilled last night.

The feeling of the nearby battle
that arrives soon from afar
petrifies my good intention
of staying sane.

Let us hope for
a lilac sunset.