The Only Thing That Matters
Not to be confused
With the one that hurt the most
The one that makes you hurt when you smile
That kinda pain that only little boys feel
Boys who can’t understand the nature of their emotions
And who delve deeper and deeper into confusion as the years progress
Hold my hand
And stop me from falling too deep
Too deep into this endless hole that is my life
My love
My hope
For something
Anything
The only thing that matters.
--Victor Hugo Mazariegos
T.[a.i.]N.T.
A saucy vixen
The kind that you can just sop up
Her tears act as condiments
But nothing so bland
Could ever replace
That which has been taken from her
By the man of her dreams
Stealing into the night
Leaving only her pillow overturned
It since having lost its coolness
And her comforter
No longer serving the purpose
Which its name would suggest.
--Victor Hugo Mazariegos