this can't hurt me anymore
I detach and I dump in the fire
watch something like what could have been into flames
ashes that become compressed into vocabulary
comfortability
within possibilities: an Italian man, young and raw for me
I'm immune he can get no colder
The stiff ways of your eyes fixated on a hungry raw younger lovely
things but something you will miss out on a gem and diamond like this way
light the way, Oh! heed the way: before the mongrels like you *****: do you see things I do? are you missing out yet? I'll make you regret it: I wrote it
Leave me alone you're a liar: forgetter, mongrel, nothing more to you: you're a dime a dozen like the rest: my idealism has faded

I sway my feet inside the pool of water
sitting on a cobblestoned ledge
hands gripping tightly into hardrock
the breeze is my only friend
I slipped away from all the commotion
like a slippery fish slipping from your hands
I do this for the greater justice
all to help; I stay alone to help other people,
I slip away from their circles so there is more love between them all for each other:
I alienate and isolate myself to give other people chances together
but as for me I have the sun and the trees and the grass
I have this pool and I have this ledge too
one day someone would choose to join me
and choose to slip away from everyone else with me
run away and hide with me

my heart aches
to be seen in that lens
to be loved in that way
can't I be both? can I fill both roles in your life?
can I do both of them? please?

there are frogs in my throat
bees in my hair
brine in my eyes
wherever the tide takes me
I run away into these pools
mossy returns and powerful hues
I’m no one’s daughter

wanting to be wrapped in the arms
something so difficult in me
where could I go?
small and warm
to be full of smiles and giggles and loved
more than I could know
I look up and something I could always love
something I have to say again
and again : if I was your little girl I know things could be okay, but do you know the meaning of something with such weight?
my eyes stay wide open and deadlines and overwhelming of life
something soon to be
opportunities

i know my place
it’s one of those nights one of those mornings
when i yearn and long and perhaps wrongly project
i wish he knew how much it mattered to me
i wish he knew what it entailed and the shade
arms and a tender voice
if only i could have that again
i never have to tell you again

you saw me sitting alone
in a satin pool of your son
the son you bathe in alone
bright sun
the color was still here today
but for some reason, it's gone now
wanted to be somewhere near you
somewhere near you