Dear Disinterest,

I must
                      Protest
Your sudden
                                   Prevalence
You've got my mind
In a metaphorical state of
                                                        Ambivalence
And I think it best
You relocate        

Rearguards,
A More Interesting Life

What we know is much less than what is waiting to be known

Lust
       On
            Fingertips
                      Is Better
            Than
       Love
From
        *Lying Lips

Whisper me how I am.

Tell them how I really am,
not a shell of me,
or a new body of me.

Tell my real thoughts,
my real values.

Tell how I looked under the moonlight,
when you whispered "I love you"
Right into my right ear.

Tell them how when I was down,
you came around, and held me tight.
Whispering that it would be alright.

Don't sit there and lie.

Don't tell them that I'm just another girl, because I'm not.

Please.

Whisper me how I am.