Geri

It's hard to smile, 
but it's 
so much easier 
to cry.
 

Murmur my name to the meadow, 
and I'll move. 

Whisper my words to the water, 
and I'll swim. 

Carry my voice through the choir, 
and I'll sing. 

Scream my spirit to the sky, 

The whole world went technicolor gold and blue as I drunk in the sight of you. 
 

I know that I caused you pain. 

I hate that I caused you pain. 

I 
caused 
you 
pain.
 

***Creative writing project for The House on Mango Street for English. This is an unedited, more honest version.
 

San Diego. My home away from home. Salty spray stinging my toungue. Playing with my hair and flirting with my face. A spicy two-step mirrors my heartbeat. Echoing off Spanish missions and stucco roofs.