SUBMITTED BY Lyra Aubry

No me gusta cuando no puedo comunicarme.

Voice drowned by the thoughts and feelings I have no words for yet. 

It’s a knife in my back that even 

con dos idiomas no puedo explicar 

los sentimientos y 

Mira, es que 

I want more 

More than I can say 

Think 

Hear 

Understand. 

Words tasting strange and rotten on my tongue Until I find one that’s just as sweet. I want them all. 

Will I finally feel complete then?