you have good days
                         and bad ones
                             mostly bad ones it feels like
  
     a good day:twisted smile
                      dimples
                      bright eyes crinkle
                      golden hairs
                      i want to touch you
     but a bad day
curved over your long limbs as you stare blankly down and hunch over and you look so dead as you frown and your eyes are dead and you are dead.you’re ******* dead.a dead angry deer run over in the street.its eyes are still open and it stares out with hatred and resentment,it isn’t natural why are you so dead

I still want to touch you

A happy thought:
cold air against my bare skin

sweet boy with full lips and wide eyes
baby,what can i do for you tonight?
this lonely winter thursday night
let me call you and hear
your sweet
moans

I am what I do.

sweet girl,
blonde hair and eyes swirling
danced into my life with her body ablaze
“””””dance with me”””””””

enchanting.
                     but
                               distracting
broken girl,
drugged up and pleading with me
you are not what you do.

you play.pretend.lie.
I work. I thought you understood. but you wanted me to play.
I don’t play. Not anymore.

Leave me alone with my work.
I am what I do.

Something should really be said about the power
of holding something beautiful in your hands. Because
I won’t forget my little glass angel,
or that golden locket,
or my hand stroking your face.

Crystal clear on that winter night when
you kissed me and
our bodies
worked together
perfectly.

there is nothing worse
than walking down the hall
and seeing a sea of blank faces

                                           me
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what’s wrong, my brothers and sisters?
why are you lost?
who are you?
look at me
LOOK.i am here.
            .i am lonely too