all the words in the world
are incapable
of describing
the way
my heart breaks
but still beats

s.s

I have a short patience
for people who annoy me
by being too noisy
or being too boring

I try to listen
I try to be polite
but the more I nod and smile
the more I feen to bite

As I look at them
dead in the eye
acting like I care
inside I want to die

And I usually don't realize
right off the bat
as I ****** my fingers in
I forget where I'm at

All my focus is absorbed
by my nibbling need  
to every last nail  
I only stop to bleed

As I go at it
I only glance up for breath
But I never stop biting
For my nails are my ****

Only once they
leave me alone
I look around and
see what I've done

I raise my hand
to wave goodbye
but it gets caught
just below my eyes

and I open my mouth
to say something nice
words don't come out
I just bite on my vice

And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to Blossom.

don't come near me
don't touch me
don't talk to me
the 3 principles
"gods, she really does hate me"
so easily misinterpreted
please come near me
please touch me
please talk to me

There's a secret
religion
only those
who seek solace
in moon-ly conversations
believe in

A secret cult
only for those
who conduct
conversations
in silence

An underground
society that
thrives on
a separate entity
consisting of
2

The familiar
through time and space
can become so strange

The love
still there
but the energy received
is so
strange

You are still you
but you make me feel
strange

You speak
but don't do
like so many
but coming from you
is strange

It is strange
you won't meet me
or is that just the same

When and why
have you become
strange