Azure Rodriguez: Poetry Collection

Fingerprints I Try To Wear. 

I was hollow, so I bent. 

Let them mold me, let them dent.

Every hand that claimed to care 

Left fingerprints I couldn’t wear. 

“Too quiet,” they said. So I tore my seams,

Unraveled my voice into tangled dreams.

Thread by thread, I bled my plea.

Soft and silent, “Please love me.” 

“Too cold,” they hissed. So I burned my grace, 

Peeled my skin to show my face.

Warmth spilled out in crimson lace,

They touched the wounds and 

called it safe. 

My chest grew holes where touch once bloomed, 

Each pore a stitch, each scar 

perfumed. 

They laced me up in fraying thread,

Wore me like the words I bled. 

I smiled with lips that weren’t quite mine,

Curled like a ribbon, red and fine.

I bit down glass and swallowed shame,

I called it love when they spoke my name.

Their praise was sharp, their hands were rough.

But pain was proof, proof was enough,

So I became their pathetic art, 

A ghost of flesh, a haunted heart. 

No longer flesh, just thread and lace,

No warmth between my hollow face.

A pretty thing with stitched-up grace,

Nowhere for me to call my place. 

They loved the holes, the way I tore,

The bleeding girl who asked for more.

But I was love’s abandoned case, 

And all that’s left is 

bloodstained lace. 

I was hollow, so I bent. 

Let them mold me, let them dent. 

Every hand that claimed to care 

Left fingerprints I tried to wear. 

The Universe is Unpredictable. 

I see stars in your eyes, 

It’s why I give you space. 

I know that some of them die out, 

Galaxies in your face. 

You’re afraid of the sun exploding 

Though it’s no time soon.

But it’s unpredictable, 

And this unsettles you. 

Pain/Love. 

A rose is soft, full of grace, 

Velvet petals, a warm embrace. 

But hidden deep within its bloom, Lie

thorns that cut, that twist, that wound. 

A broken heart is exactly the same,

So full of love, but stuck in pain. It

opens wide, how dare it feel, 

But bleeding proves the love was real. 

For though the thorns have left their mark,

The body learns to heal the scars. A heart

will heal, the rose will grow Since pain

and love intertwine so.

About the Author:

Azure Rodriguez is an emerging writer from Indiana with a strong interest in creative nonfiction, poetry, and emotional storytelling. Her work often explores observation, identity, human behavior, and the relationship between language and emotion.