The Bed You Made



Love and hope fill your eyes,

while guilt and regret sneak in their edges.

Tenderness covers your smile,

but hesitation can still be seen.

Longing and eagerness are in your touch

accompanied by plenty of doubt.


The distrust and anger in my eyes

are right next to the sympathy within them.

My empty smile is paired with a raised eyebrow

and just a hint of sincerity.

Happiness once equaled my touch,

but now it must be restrained to avoid any pain.


A part of me feels bad for you

like I shouldn’t be so mad.

Then, I look at all you’ve done

and it all makes sense again.

You did this to yourself,

so now I’m only looking out for myself.



About Tatiana Figueroa Ramirez

Born in Puerto Rico and raised in the mainland United States, I graduated with a B.A. in English Literature from the University of Maryland, Baltimore County (UMBC) and am a 2016 VONA Voices Alumna. I currently perform spoken-word in the greater Washington D.C. area and have previously performed in Philadelphia, Miami, and the Dominican Republic. Most recently, I have been published in Public Pool, Spillwords, and The Acentos Review, and Here Comes Everyone: East & West Issue.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s