Kindness glides about my house.
Dame Kindness, she is so nice!
The blue and red jewels of her rings smoke
In the windows, the mirrors
Are filling with smiles.

What is so real as the cry of a child?
A rabbit's cry may be wilder
But it has no soul.
Sugar can cure everything, so Kindness says.
Sugar is a necessary fluid,

Its crystals a little poultice.
O kindness, kindness
Sweetly picking up pieces!
My Japanese silks, desperate butterflies,
May be pinned any minute, anesthetized.

And here you come, with a cup of tea
Wreathed in steam.
The blood jet is poetry,
There is no stopping it.
You hand me two children, two roses.

the more and more i reminisce the more i realize the love you gave me wasn't meant for me

i was your pretty illusion
and i was your garbage dump
for all your whole lies
and half truths

i bit my lip and felt sick for you
but no amount of sick was enough
for you to want to learn me
to know me
to understand

you made me climb to the tallest mountains and scream out the name of a boy i never understood because he didn't want me to know who he was.

You're a liar
a sinner
You're no good at all
I don't know what you're looking for
but I hope you don't find it
you tore me apart looking
and didn't bother to fix
the mess of me you created.

I'll pick myself up
and dust myself off
I don't need your help
I never needed it.

Who am I to be deserving of such intense emotion?
But I can't imagine who else I would be
I wouldn't trade anything about myself because it gives me the perspective I deserve
Humble and cautious; unabashedly me
the slight differences that could be, would be
A butterfly effect
A small subtlety
and an entire different self

But what I desire is what others can give me
Attention and affection is what makes me feel good,
what makes anyone feel good.
I don't deserve it more
than anyone else
But I may want it more
Or else I'll find it in inhuman devices
where the devil himself has taken part
Luring me into things one should not rely
but I can't sleep without him
and he understands his hold.
The idea of commitment entices me,
one person to love me for the rest of my days
But what else? Whom else?
Love is freedom and flowers and chocolate cake
And I can't eat it and expect it to be there the next day.

another night spent in the dark
letting the emotions wash over me
never quite settling as the alcohol
warms my body
but not enough.

i think about your deep hazel eyes and how they change
but no matter how much i pay attention i can't find the pattern
green is for ?
brown is for ?
does somewhere in between mean you're fond of me again?

i try to find meaning in meaningless things
chance encounters become constellations
and numbers of flowers become purposeful

to be the equivalent
of a three room studio apartment
with a TV set three times the price of your rent
that makes up your sad little world
is such an incredible insult

I am worth so much more

i haven't looked in your eyes in so long i forgot how once they could make me barely breathe,
and how many times did we watch the sunset together?
but you never really watched the sun,

because i was the sun to you.