I heard her piano tap out
a relentless melody,
calling me
to darker realms,
for this tune
was ancient,
a calling
from a beautiful ghost,
chained to pain,
heartbroken
& seeking shelter.

Her mirror-eyes
capture the sunshine
& she is as fresh as a summer rain
with a thick flowing mane
ever so fine.

Her metallic-lips
paint
a lovely tale,
possesses skin
like the purest snow,
capturing looks
always
without fail.

But some say,
"Don't be foolish,
she’s a robot!"

So I ask,
“How can anyone love a robot,
I know better?”

It's not strange
how the world
never really ends
when our hearts
get broken.

And we may not see it,
but indeed
we feel it,
acting like
Armageddon
has begun
when somebody special
robs us of our intimate-fun,
when somebody we care about,
smacks us on the kisser,
when somebody we trust
hugs another with gusto.
But trust me good lovers,
you should know,
the sun will rise again
& the moon will
continue to swoon!

We need to find our strength,
pick ourselves up
& wipe away
the tears from our swollen eyes.

It's going to be tough
& a little rough,
but such things
we should chalk up to tough-love
& hard-knock experiences,
incapable of catastrophic
weather conditions or
any geographical phenomena.

And let's rock on beautiful people,
let's rock on into the glorious night,
there's plenty of loving left,
don't give up the fight,
somebody's out there yet
& we're definitely not losers!

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Jealousy can be a *****,
The biggest ***** of them all,
But this feeling proves one thing that I've been scared to admit...
I love her.

Momma, Daddy,
Im sorry.
Im sorry Im not the girl you wanted me to be.
The one who grows up to marry a good Christian boy.
Im sorry its not gonna end up that way.
Because your baby girl,
Likes girls herself,
And not by option.
I would give anything just to be normal,
And make you proud.
Your baby girl aint gonna grow up to marry that boy you want me to,
The good old Christian one...
Shes gonna grow up to marry a girl,
And shes gonna fight the crazy Christians every step of the way.
I wish I liked boys as much as girls.
I wish I was the way you want me to be.
But Im not.
And Im sorry.
But Im not going to change,
By anything you say,
Because trust me,
Anything you can and will say,
Ive already said to myself.
But all thats left is say now is...
Im sorry.

I crave you,
And everything you are.
I miss you,
More than anyone, by far.
I love you.