She was the most talented poet.
She wrote with such emotion.
Except no one liked poetry.

Stop does not mean stop.
Stop means that I'll pretend I didn't hear it.

No does not mean no.
No means that I will have to make you say yes.

Accountability means I will hide all the evidence, conveniently leaving out anything incriminating

Stop does not mean stop.
It is a guideline for how far I will go.

Pain comes in many colours,
Red.
Blue.
Green.

Red, the blood on the pavement
Blue, the deep well of depression
Green, the envy of knowing that I will never have what you have

Pain comes in many colours,
And you are colour blind.

she killed herself.
and no one cared.
except for the kind stranger at the bus stop that she saw every friday.
but no one cared about that stranger.
so the stranger killed herself too.
and thus,
society was created.

Why tell you the truth
When you only want lies?
Why waste integrity on you,
When you'll only throw it in the fire?

This poet paints a pristine picture
Using unique written words

A kaleidoscopic kinship with kindness
An avalanche of artistry
Astoundingly absurd

This poet plays a pantomime of pathological perfection
This pristine painted picture was the sum of all her worth

Let's not pretend that this is more than what it really is

I don't need you to love me so don't get any ideas

I don't need you to call me or to pretend that you will

Let's not fool ourselves with love when that wasn't in the deal

Let's not pretend that this is more than what it really is

Leave your heart outside the door and slip into this skin