"This is art!"
pronounced the woman who was blind.
"I've seen better,"
mused the man standing far behind.

"You're missing the meaning,"
his aunt told him over the phone.
"What a provoking piece,"
posted the professor online, sitting alone.

"A ****** depiction,"
said the professor's Facebook friend.
"You are ignorant,"
typed the lawyer, pressing send.

"I must have it!"
boomed the lawyer's wealthy client.
"But you haven't even seen it,"
the lawyer reminded the business giant.

"I don't need to see it!
I'll just send them a lot of cash!"
Four days later at his door,
the businessman found a pile of trash.

Mistress of my passion, by whom I am enamoured
Thou art the golden yoke unto my soul
For thy tender affections I have craved and clamoured
To thee I dedicate this enchanted howl
To bear love aloft, to dedicate thy self
To the duty of Heart's compassion
May make the spirit swell in good health
And compel it to exquisite action
In thy light, which begets a radiance
I feel the guidance of a divinely wrought star
Enamoured of our mutual dalliance
I pledge and worship to thee from afar
    My sweet entreaties I refine
    To fathom love and soar divine

I wanted him.

I wanted him more than anything.

Every fiber of my body was attracted to this boy.

And I believed every lie he told me, about him wanting me.

Long story short.

He didn't want me at all.

She will roam,
from coast to coast,
and she will love you,
but like a ghost,
she'll leave without a trace,
and you won't even
be left with a name.

What if
our personalities
are just
our mother
and our father
fighting
inside of us?