Rhapsodizing at
The end of my allotted
Four hours of sleep
Finally, my exhaustion
Gives way to
A strange,
Happy,
Manic Phase

I love that you
Are moved by
My sadness,
The tension
That spirals
Into madness,
Free entertainment
For my little
Audience

Are my tears
Pretty
When they fall
From my face
In the dim light?

Are my fears
Disturbing
When they spill
From my lips
Like an angry
River?

Am I
Somehow
More attractive
For my tragedy?

I can be
Your dangerous
Distant nightmare
If you promise
To fetishize it
From time to time

At least you listened.
At least you cared.
At the
Very least,
You didn't lie to me
Again.

So, you aren't him.
So what?
I'm supposed to
Save myself, aren't I?
It could never be
Your fault,
My misery.

Mm, but how
Good of friends
Your warm arms
And my cold
Waist
Could be,
Separable
Only by necessity.

If only!
If only!
If only!
I could ever
Have been worth
The trouble...

I'm just a hopeful
Little thing,
Aren't I?

A hopeful,
Demented,
Scattered little
Thing

During my endless
Crashing
Maddening dances
With pain
And exuberance
Will be
A light show
That lasts
Half the day