We are what we eat
Can I eat someone disciplined
And abandon myself
To shed my self hatred
And become someone new

I say I hate them
The boys
All of them
Really I hate me
For letting them treat me
The way that they do

I had a dream

We had a story

But when I woke up

Nothing was written


And that bothers me.

It's true, I must admit
He caught my eye, doubt I caught his
Drenched lips and maneuvering gestures
Lost in lust perhaps, wandering in bliss
Shimmering stars above reflecting
The sparkle in his eyes as he nodded
Lucid dreaming every day
Will he realize or will he not

Now I stand alluringly
Beside him, gazing
Fingers tangled
Hearts mingled, souls stringed
Sinews intrigued
My thoughts had topped all odds, I suppose
Nonetheless, it's true, I must admit, he caught my eye
And indeed I caught his

tears glisten in the moonlight,
but it shines too bright.
blocking out reality,
and the sad fatality.
of my heart,
and it's broken parts.