Sorry
I try to help
I'm a hindrance
It's never right

My tears are nothing
You laugh at me
I want to help
I'm just no good

It all means something
What you say it hurts
Ruins me piece by piece
A fragment of broken glass

When will you see?
What you do
It kills me
It breaks my heart

You're mysterious
An act or gift
You're my conscience
I love you.

reverse

I love you
You're my conscience
An act or a gift
You're mysterious

It breaks my heart
It kills me
What you do
When will you see?

A fragment of broken glass
Ruins me piece by piece
What you say it hurts
It all means something

I'm just no good
I want to help
You laugh at me
My tears are nothing

It's never right
I'm a hindrance
I try to help
Sorry

Does it make you happy          - silly boys calling you       pretty?

But that's the thing:
You don't have to
worry about me.
I am completely
capable of handling
every **** thing
that goes wrong
in my life and
I would really
just appreciate it
if you would
shut the **** up.

Come stranger Enter my Domain
Search and break the firewalls for the entrance to my life
One by one break through
and behind the last wall you will find
UTTER DEVOTION, LOYALTY AND TRUTH.
FRIENDSHIP THAT KNOWS NO BOUNDS,
SOMEONE TO LEAN ON IN GOOD TIMES AND BAD,
SOMEONE TO TALK AND LISTEN TO YOU AT ANY HOUR OF THE DAY OR NIGHT but most of all you'll find LOVE that has no bounds
that never fails when others leave you.
You'll find respect for who you are, for what you believe in.

BUT I WARN YOU - ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK!

If you ever want to leave me you'll always have the freedom to do so
But do it Gently and seal back the walls that you entered through
Then I can change the Password to my heart and the Username of my life, so then I can wait here until the next stranger comes along!

We dissected his synapses
sent him subconsciously
seeking theorized sources
of the substance
Thanksgiving is coming
and I'm stuck mute on my new path
If he comes bearing gifts
can I say anything
through the slow death mask
and scramble suit deceptions
that will make him understand
the murky depth of my regret?

You lived in my old house.

You greeted us with
a warmth that
matched the touch
of soft simplicity
and the antique heirlooms
you so often
dressed your life in.
After the others left
and the wine bottles
fell empty to the floor
you smiled that lazy
knowing grin
that so often
told me I was loved.
Just as I pulled you into my arms
the world filled
with that telltale haze
when we are seeing
what is not real
and I felt
the impending sorrow
That so often comes on
As we begin to wake
from these longing mental trickeries.
You died in the fall
and every time the leaves
crumple and wither
I do the same
as we so often do
when a part of us leaves this world.

In my dreams
You still live in my old house.

She pulls my head toward hers
her lips gently part next to my ear
sensual
intoxicating
irresistible
and murmuring seductively
she says
"No honey, it would not
be a good idea
to rob the pizza delivery man
when he gets here
because we gave them our address
over the phone".