Having been gone for several years from this site, I thought I’d give a quick update to those who still linger, searching for solace through the heart of other writers, artists, etc.

I mean, I’ve done that, day after day, month after month, reading and rereading the heart wrenching rants of other poets. Searching for answers through the eyes and words of those who feel as passionately as I.

Again, I’ve been gone for so long. Experiencing love, heartbreak, healing and regret. I’ve also been working night and day, doing my best to reach goals that seem so unattainable now that I’m back.

Truth is, I’ve been in jail for the last 18 months. Having spent 18 months locked in a cell, my body trapped and isolated from those I love, I’ve been working to perfect my craft. I’ve read countless books, I’ve written countless pages, and I’ve spent days 533 days reminiscing, letting my mind wander through the countless possibilities of how I would spend my newly earned freedom.

Would I spend it chasing?

Would I try to love again?

I had somebody waiting for me. I had my son and daughter to give me the love a father craves… but it’s the love of a woman that I yearned for while I was gone. When what I truly needed was my own love because, truth be told, I hated myself.

I hated that I was trapped— locked away from the world. I hated that I still felt so deeply, after years of chasing, years of pain, and years of unrequited love. And I hated that I was even in that position. I knew better.

So now that I’m free, I decided to work towards better.

With that being said, I finished a book I spent the last 4 years writing (most of which were in jail) and published my POETRY book, the first one I openly claim as my own under my own name. Because all we have is our names and I refuse to be ashamed of my work— of my feelings spilled on paper.

As of 12/31/2025 I released my book “She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not” (by G. Delgado). Free on kindle unlimited

So please, for those who care, read and dwell into my heart. Let my words show you the contents of my love and my heart.

Below is pt. 2 to a piece I included in my book “Vulnerability pt.2,” a piece I wrote while locked in my cell one cold winter night— staring out the window of my cell wondering if she even thought of me…

Thank you,

G. Delgado,

She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not