She opens a window
and hopes for the sky
to fall in from outside
and it's tailwind bring

her the moon and the clouds
lined with silver, a crowd
of the finest of stars
and a spare pair of wings..

It rains.
A truffled scent
glitters
in dead leaves,
naked trees.
Transudation
into the depths
of the night.

Black queen on the red king,
the seven on the black
eight, eight goes on the nine, bring
the nine on over, place
jack on the queen. There is space
now for that black king who,
six or so cards back,
was buried in the pack.
Five on six, where's seven?
Under the ten. The ace
must be under the two.
Four, nine on ten, three, through.
It's after eleven.

"You are insane"
they make sure to
remind me this
every single day

"i know" and smile
is the only reply
i come up with
every single day

it hurts now
more than yesterday
the agony grows
every single day

someone tell them
just to stop
don't make me, hate me
every single day

i feel left out,
can't find the strenght
to smile and shine
every single day.

Give me to the stars.

I don't have to love you,
give my heart to you;
live or die for you.

I don't have to feel for you,
take care of you,
be your mother for you.

I don't have to be a "lady" for you;
wash my hair for you,
dress up nice for you.

I don't have to be anything I'm not for you;
be an illusion for you,
fulfill any fantasies for you.

Who the **** said I have to?