All I do is use
to pass time
until the Sun comes up
with her waking
smile.

There are places
within you
that have not grown
that are still a part of you
that you've had to hide
for so long.

Purity
Innocence
Care
Safety

can still exist
in your world.

I don't even know who
you are, yet.

But I need you
here
to bring light back
into this technicolor starvation.

Like a devil, she is everywhere
inside my marrow.
Like an angel, she blinds
inside my mind.

What do I even make of this?

Hold me together.
I'll break you apart.

Let me pick up
your pieces
put them together
reform
mi muñeca.

Oh, the being of,
"I'm homesick."
and home
is a person.

All from that angle,
collarbones and
shades of Heaven
splattered with the ink
of Hell,
were a man may pilgrimage
dying lost and breaking
only to collapse
like a star
falling in and resting
head on chest.

"Life is pain"
it says to me,
my broken, mending heart.

"Just cut here,
and you'll be free", says
my broken, mending heart.

But you're just hurt
you must agree,
my broken, mending heart.

And in time,
you and I,
will reconcile reality.

So take your time,
but come back to me,
my broken, mending heart.

And everything broke,
in the end.

Like the teapots
we so delicately
cared for,
now shattered.

My heart is aching,
if it weren't so numb.

So I disappear