Mexico
Before I met you,
I knew what it felt like to
be scorned. I loved
And it was a pleasure just to be in his presence.
His love was never said but
I thought what I felt could
only be
A two-way love.
You
Are a dream I had once,
Or twice,
Or every time I look at you. “Hey Romeo.
When ya gonna realize it was
just that the time was wrong?”
Sometimes,
Looking
at you, I think I could be happy living a provincial life with you.
But I
long for more.
I
love you, but
I
have domineering dreams that were here before
You.
I wish I were good enough for these dreams. Maybe I
am.
I think I am good enough for you. Maybe I’m not.
I dream of being a mountain.
An ocean
Or a bay.
But there is no life in those waters. With you I
have no air to breathe.
