"people are temporary"

"so is pain"

A daydream at night
love at the very first sight
sinking, making home
wherever wildly I can roam.
The change itself gets your attention,
attached and gone.
It's greedy to keep the road
your own. Passing lives like
days and loving until it pays.
With effort and a will
you won't get anywhere still.

People confess to me every day
and I can't take it anymore.
I have gained respect for people
whom I never knew before.

This will be my job, later
or I can become a waiter,
not a writer, because a
hobby so scarce, should not become
an empty promise.

Repeat me, keep the cycle going,
endlessly rowing up a waterfall
or when my mother feels the urge to call
all day and ramble on.

Rehearse, retry, redo, start over
and over, be gone, come back
and try again. When I'm gone
you'll miss the roaring sound
my belly makes, or our cats
when the dog mistakes the sound for food.

Laughing nor purring will make you feel
the same as I do.

My eyes weren't working,
So I took the liberty of crying out of my wrists instead.
Hope you don't mind.

my father warned me about
boys with black, dead hearts
but he hadn't even realized
that his deranged daughter
had become a girl with that same
kind of heart and she was scouting
for boys with nice ones, so she could
break them to pieces
and stomp on them.

but every time she tried,
she was the one who ended up
with a damaged, scratched heart
and she loathed herself for that,
the way she let herself feel even
the slightest bit of pain again.

but she coaxed herself that if she felt,
she was still human and she hasn't turned
into a emotionless, cold blooded monster,
yet.