Route 9

I write this inebriated
These brick walls are crooked
Cigarettes are the same from Cozumel
So I can finally feel something

Palo Alto to lift the mood
Carol believes there is a remedy for everything
But, what if I’m unfixable

There is no one that wants me
Like I want to be wanted

There is no one that sees me
Like I want to be seen

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

A powerful piece of writing that lays open the heart in revealing its truth. The yearning to be loved the way we want, and for who we are.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it hurts so bad when this is how we see ourselves...as if no one else sees our worth and then we write poems in a state of disbelief, a state of suspended belief, without believe in ourselves.
j.