The eternal dance with strangers fascinates me:
Movement around and mirrored,
Weaving through a crowd, a glance passed to and fro.
Words unspoken, worlds unmerged
But with the most miniscule of meetings.
Voice unheard yet smiles shared
Appreciation for the consideration when you step right
Allowing me to step left,
Unknowing where your step may lead
So many faces. So many lives
To me a fleeting encounter.
And yet I feel them all.

I pined for this
I yearned for this
But empty
I feel hollow
Undeserving and unwanted
You say 'i love you'
But I don't feel it
I feel like an obligation
Perhaps I can't feel loved
Or perhaps there isn't any to feel
We don't know what's best for us

You smiled and shot a pine needle aimed for my heart
Left me winded and wounded and small
Splinters splattered through my veins
The chambers all blocked and punctured.
But I'm not dead, just agonised
Left pining over you
But this time I know it won't **** me
I've learnt this before and I know I'll be fine
The small splinter is heartbreaking and shattering
But it will mend itself, it always does
I'll just try to be okay until then.

Today I miss you
Or perhaps the touch of warm skin upon my own
Both feelings intertwine in my heart
Dance around like our fingers interlaced
One did not exist without the other
And I could never discern
Whether I liked you
Or your touch upon my skin

Oh, hello itch,
I've not missed you!
Nor your pleading, uneasy,
Eager smile,
Wicked begging eyes,
And hungry open mouth.
I've quite enjoyed this past while,
Lacking your insistent whispers.
Your lustful face
Looming round each corner of my boxed up,
Broken brain -
'FRAGILE - Do Not Break'
Ignored by the world -
Allowing you unforced entry,
You made a home
Hidden in the shadow
Of my unconscious darkness.
Fitfully coming to light
To remind me
Of yours and therefore my own;
Plea to die.

Tumbling toward the station
glossy eyed and weak
hands murmur a cold hum
as they redden
self piteous and cynical
bare by no fault but my own.

A shimmer and I pause
magpie glassy eyes
small blades of glistening grass
I stop the music and return
to hear the frost crunch as I pick up
and I revel in the sound
to try to convince myself to stay alive.

Be a good citizen to the world -
You owe it,
You owe it to the world.
Your time,
Your mind,
You soul,
Your body,
Your life -
You owe it to the world.
Well ******* take it -
My life.
Or let me take it?
No!
Cannot take it -
Must be a good citizen to the world.
Give it away -
Its not yours to take.