Pretty Girl

"Nena linda"-I liked the idea of being your pretty girl.
I felt you standing behind me, whispering your palabras in my ear.
I tried to nestle in your warm words as they wrapped their tendrils
around my shoulders.
But I can't wrestle with your hurts, your doubts.
The ghosts of those who've wronged you have caused those tendrils
to wrap themselves too tightly around my neck.
They've choked the life out of what might have been.