the truth is that I am not ready to hear it.

I used to think I would meet you again
Somewhere below the ever-rising stars
Clothed in your embrace, what I call a win
The moment my father takes out my scars

All that I long for is one last goodbye
So that Intsead I could beg you "please stay"
I thought you would hold me, say It's alright
And I wait every moment for that day

Oh, please come again; I know that you will
That's what I said when I thought of your death
Just the mere thought of you sends me to chills
I'll slowly await the feel of your breath

Yet now that I've grown, I know it's a lie
All you are is gone, why'd you have to die?

she writes
she writes with her newly applied nail polish
her new nail polish is black
her new nail polish is her favorite color
her favorite color is black because
ever since she caught glimpse of reality
that is all that she knows in her mind -
black,
morbid
her new nail polish
is forever.

The more your clothes come undone
the more your heart does the same
.
.
.

He fell alseep to the sound of my voice
he claims that it soothes him
Even when I trail off about simple things like the sky
or the library or the color of my blouse
I recognize that it wooes him
The places we visit, I describe in great detail
he sits quietly and smiles to his feet
An unfamiliar scent that he reaches to inhale
He asks what's that and is it lovely like me
He insisted on taking me to see a movie on our fifth date
but I didn't miss the tears as he sat there and listened
Sometimes he gets shaky when I come home too late
he doesn't know my looks, but he knows my voice glistens
He hasn't met my eye
but he knows they're my mother's
He doesn't recognize all the pity stares
or the muscle that follows my big brothers

Maybe love is blind
and maybe he is love.