"I didn't mean that..." he said retrieving his coat
that was resting on my shoulders
Protecting me from the wind and sleet coming down

I can deal with a lot in a relationship
the dates spent with you crying on my shoulder
me, constantly wiping away your tears
The ninja star you through at my picture
reassuring you I said "It wasn't my favorite picture anyway"

but when you sent me a bar of chocolate and the poem
Every day for two months, without much a word
or a minute in your company
a replacement for your heart
a gift that you retrieved
what are your words,
without your actions holding them up

You later told me "I didn't give anything in the past half year to you out of love"
what did you give it out of?
Pride?
revenge?
Pity?

You know better then anyone
I don't need that 5 dollar chocolate, that just goes down like a weight
or the poems, long words that meant nothing, a long way of saying
here is a page with words on it for you.
because you can't tell me in person
"You mean nothing to me but a five dollar chocolate and long words on a page"

You, Are the kid whose first word was fascinating
You are the kid that is the level
of a masters in English
You are the kid that can make music
from a wall, Hitting and pounding,
sounds just as good as a drummer so why not?

We try to touch your heart
because we know there is more
Then the video games
the electronic, noisy music
We can see it in your art

The tapping
hitting
against everything you can get your hands on
we can tell you are anxious  
why don't you come out with it?

The paintings
Hundreds of them
Of faces, all beautiful in their own way
We know you are lonely

You are the kid that picked up a paint brush for the first time
copied the contents of my painting
and made it look like a Mona Lisa

You are the kid that made more money
then his older siblings
When he was five, a little business man

You are also the kid that can listen to a fight
and ask whats for lunch right after

Searching faces
like searching songs
trying to find one that grabs you
before going on.

I made myself a darkroom
and hid myself in it
Working with the chemicals
that harmed me
developing what I pictured
as beauty

coming out of of my darkroom
holding the image with my excited hands
set it down
then
I waited
and waited
till someone would pass by
see what I saw as beautiful
then
only to hear
"what the hell is that?'