“I’m young. I’m 22. I’m still growing. I just feel like it’s time for me to go up.”

Not me because I know what it feels like to be in there.

I’m just going to go up and give the lightweights hell.

I don’t play games.

It ain’t made for everybody, but I knocked a lot of blocks down.

I smiled, danced and cried my way out.

Every fight I mature. I’m getting older.

I am the biggest face of boxing right now.

I got a Pay Per View and I should be on Pay Per View.

You never know when they’re going to call you, so you got to stay ready.

Both of them can get it. They can line up.

It’s all about the Benjamins

Everybody saying Guerrero, I’ll really turn your ass into a real ghost.

I would spend some of it. I would help a lot of people around me.

I ran away from home because my Dad brought me an Xbox.

Ay Rios, you want to fight at 140? We can fight at 140. You’re chubby,

I’ll fight anybody who grabs the rope to hang themselves.

Poems and pictures blood and light everything worth feeling twice is bound with such a price.

Rainbow sugar, candied eyes. You have the potential to crack me open and let my feelings spill right onto the floor.

We lock away our secrets and push them deep down so they feel farther away but they will always be inside us, no matter how well we hide the key.

whenever I look at you my thoughts are full of sensual poetry. But would I write about my feelings for you, my pen would begin to glow and my paper would immediately catch fire.

Of what use is a philosopher who doesn’t hurt anybody’s feelings?

I can feel you in every part of my body. I do not know how you do it, that you still linger deep inside of my veins bones DNA without even being beside me. But you do and I love that.

They expect me to feel like spring but my heart is full of April showers.

Grief sits uncomfortably until it seeps under your skin, so you no longer feel weighed down by it but still feel its subtle presence.