She's the open window and the closed door.
She's stale and bitter, but tastes as sweet as freshly picked fruit on days the sun rays make love to her skin.
She's everything she tried her hardest to be, she's everything she didn't want to become.
She's the kind of girl who drinks herself to sleep on Sunday nights, hoping to find him in the same level of desperation.
She basques in his absence, she grieves in loneliness.
She is not who she is, she is a side effect of who she was made to be.
I've never seen anything like her.
I've never known anything like her
I was always aware of her, but I never feared her.
I never knew she'd become real to me.
But I found her. I found her in the bathroom this morning.
I found her once my head came up from the faucet after swallowing six pills too many.
I found her in the honest glass.
She smiled at me and glanced down at my trembling hands.
I looked her in the eyes, and welcomed her home.

are you a stranger, a villian, or a wonderful story?

cloaked in eagerness, are you bearded and magnificent?  cloaked in sheepishness, are you hatted and stached?  tell me vanity, where u at?

is everything about you and we all lie about it, or is nothing about and you means something when we deny it

I hope that you are not too sensitive to my pondering, I admire your power, it seems to me that people buy a lot of things for your sake,

as religious, as deeply rooted desire, are you intensely desire?  do your eyes burn as my do?  are you tired of people drawing attention to your exterior?  are you gods child?  are you on his mission?

I would understand and respect that, but I'm not sure if thats where you at

are you compare yourself to the light that shines over the mirror or the mirror itself?  do you have a special shelf for products, or are you the messy type?  I could see that you would be the messy type in private but perfectly ornate in public to over-compensate

maybe that was mean, I don't mean to be offensive, I study you because I fancy you, not in a ****** way, admire you, your charm, I'd like to figure you out for my own contemptlations, so that when people talk of you I will have my own rule and the whole conversation would be easier to tune out, I would thank you for that little bit.  


Vanity, have a drink with me, questions questions questions!

for taking my security away, for taking blanket from naked body

I resent like a balding man loses his toupee


scalding hot coffee *** just missing the lap

I fall in love and resent that the gift does not merit consent, the gift does not merit consent

you give a little, you get a little,

that statement is a lie, I will not listen anymore

my love is overwhelming, too perplexing for most to bear, and I am

ousted, laughed at, pigeon holed, left to introspection

left to meal, movie

I fall in love, I give the gift, and I continue breathing

and I get weaker, I resent, I resent