Maybe
we weren't
meant
for the
things
we wished
we
were meant
for.

Maybe,
just maybe,
somehow,
someday,
we will
be
meant for
the
very things
we
never expected.

I loved him.
And I love this brokenness he left in me.

The freckles on my chest,
that carry his name.

The loneliness in my eyes,
that wonder where he sleeps at night.

I carry his pain,
and I sleep with it in the dark,
when the sun is still out.

It's better than feeling numb.
This hurt, tells me he's still alive inside of me.

He's the reason my dead heart,
still tries to beat for life.


*Sandoval

Ill be my own
poet.
I need no other
words
that are not my
own,
telling me of all
the greatness
inside my star
gasping
soul.


*Sandoval

I will not succumb
to the pieces
you left of me.
I am more
than the broken bones
you shattered inside
of my skin..
I am magic,
I am fire,
I am everything you
ever wished,
but never could be;
I am free..


*Sandoval

I wanted to give you
galaxies,
you wanted to give me
memories;
but baby, how could all this
love
just fit in this
box..?



*Sandoval

The devil
exists;

he's a pair of
green eyes,

and a 2 AM text

message in the
dark..


*Sandoval

But your soul
and my soul
are sown together;

maybe not in
this world,
but in the stars,
in the air,
in other galaxies,

these strings
we carry are
eternal..


*Sandoval

He tells me
I belong to him.
He bathes me
in promises
and then dries me
with doubt while
I’m soaking
in his lies,
we promise each
other eternal love
night after night,
and yet
once the sun comes up,  
he always
says goodbye..

Sandoval