All that you are is potential
And really, all that that is, is my willing suspension of disbelief
But I am the actress, not the audience
And when you know how the trick is performed
It becomes difficult to believe in the magic

Sometimes I feel alone
not because I'm alone but because nobody
has time to ask me how I am.
It's always them I should care for, pamper and make happy.
I miss you because you were the only one who's fair enough to ask me how I am even on your worst day.

Now that you're gone, I'm back to my own. Figuring things out
alone.

red
red
red,
they say.

why don't you get what we're trying to say?
why don't you try to do what we tell you?
why won't you talk to us?
why won't you listen
to reason?

honey
baby
darling
red?

because
the people that taught you to talk
are relative
to stone
walruses

because
i will not walk off a cliff
and willingly
smash against the harbor

because
you misplaced
your ears
and sewed them
onto
your brain

because
i wouldn't give you
a dog i didn't like
and you wouldn't take it,
anyway

because
what you define as reason
simply
isn't

Love in her heart
Pain in her eyes
And shaken hands…
Her stomach flips, her chest heaves, and then the roll of heavy tears
Stream down her face, cold and slipping away…
The pain exceeded all the calm within her soul
And swallowed her whole
It hit her harder than any bat, chain or rhythm
She was alone
And now she must stay afloat on her own