The Dying breaths of dawn
Linger on my lips a bit longer
Ever since he has been gone

my mind small,
my hands small,
my words reach
not so far
I exist only with
a heart

i took the effort
to bring something just
for you
i risked my mom's scoldings
thinking you would be happy
with this little gift i had
for you
but what gave me the pain
was that
you were long gone
nd you're not anymore
at home.
that i wasn't coming back
to anything
and that all this time
i'm still thinking
i'll see you when i come home.
so i thought you were still here
but then, you were buried feet below.

I look in the mirror,
into the eyes
of a dying man.
I think of her
doing the same,
standing quietly
in front of the mirror
while she cleans her teeth,
rubs dry the frizzy wisps
of her chemo hair,
wipes her  weeping eyes
with cotton pads
so she can see more clearly
into the eyes
of a dying woman.

People are
Cruel.
I am just
Tired.

I'm going mad for you
The good kind of insane
I would rather go crazy for you
Than be with anyone else and sane

love
without risk isn't
love
at all

it is always
"sorry" from you.

as if the burden of having me around...

is only too great.
like i'm a fragile porcelain doll

that you need to glue the pieces for.