Mental mechanics adjusting my brain,
speed up my motor, tighten my chain.

They say I am timed right
(they can tell just by listening);
but, don’t understand why
still I am missing.

A memory perhaps, a trauma, a wreck
jarred loose some something,
they said they would check.

They tinkered, they tested,
they wired me up, gauged my
compression, then fired me up.

I trembled, I sputtered, I coughed
and I cried, I started,
then stuttered,

then died.

Sticks and stones would break my bones
but words would shatter and splinter my soul
until it couldn't be pieced back together again
until all the hope in the world had shrivelled up
and withered away and died
as if souls were
fragile things like
whispered secrets
and
love
and
poetry.

i hear my heartbeat
in my ears
that's when i know
that the tears come near

i find it hard to admit
that i am completely
and utterly infatuated with you

and i hate it
why? you ask
because we're almost like best friends
and that's the only way you'll ever see me

some girls are meant to be a girl friend
some girls are meant to be a best friend

& unfortunately
i'm the latter

They ask me,
"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
I look around and say,
"Anything but these who call themselves adults."