That, up at 3am feeling

Mark Martinez
I look at you

everyday

we both know

what’s wrong.

we

both know
how to fix it,

I don’t trust
you,

you

don’t trust me

and yet,
you know me better than anybody else.

I look at you every day.

Mirror.
Fo(u)r Women: Inspired by Nina Simone

Your shadow follows behind

but is, its own person.

You,

Walk with an elegance

every word breathes innocence

It’s like everything you want me to see.

Your shadow

has a confidence, you never knew existed

its eyes,

soft and empty.

tell me a story your words can never

It’s like everything you want me to know.

Wind

What is clear isn’t meant to be seen

because

wind often disrupts peace

even on the smallest scale.
An anthill destroyed by the wind

Is another building ripped from the Earth.

Wind
Outside: Inspired by The Weeknd

A red tint blankets the room

And silence is disrupted by us
two.

The only thing in the room is

the mattress on the floor and
our silhouettes hugging the
grungy motel like wall.

The ceiling fan creeks like an

old floor board but the noise
doesn’t bother you.

The red tint accents our best

features.

Your
eyes

My
heart

but the mirrors

all around us are no distraction, our reflection is
all we see

each other.

All we feel

is happy.

My jaw is tired
but you point out
the sticks of gum
near the mattress
the only time we lock eyes you say

“It’ll wear
soon love.”
Vita Exitus
The sky drapes itself in orange as the sunsets
We drive the opposite direction because unlike the sun we don’t rest.

A fork in the road wakes you up

You look so peaceful when you sleep and I rarely try to interrupt because the music hasn’t even
woken you up.

We get out the car and from a far we see two sings that read
“Darkness :)” “Light :( “

That infamous ‘What do we do’ face comes on as we examine our choices

One half of me quickly rejoices

I get in the car with no hesitation

That one half me clearly knows its destination.

My eyes stray away from the light

I lock the doors
You don’t need this you’re too bright

and then

I sit. Body froze. My mental collapsing like I tipped the lined-up dominos, tears soft like cotton,
but also beautiful like a rose

It’s a sign.

I have life, emotion goes through me like man and wife.

I unlock the doors and you get in

We have no words to say and I drive towards the “Light :(“
Numb as ever no feeling like this will pass overnight but that makes this life worth living

You say

“You’ll be better off existing.”

Somethings into Nothings

There is nothing for me to offer you.

Thoughts of you sizzle away from my mind as I think.

There is nothing for me to offer you.

Let’s save the awkward walk by and senseless 3:08 am drunk texts

There is nothing for me to offer you.

My words won’t win you over anymore

what will at this point?

I won’t

beg,

plead

nor

fight
for something you can give me for free.

There is nothing you can offer me.

You’re just as bad as me.
Your cry is nothing but a signal to feed the baby
Your empty talks show me the emotion you try to sell me and still

There is nothing you can offer me.