trapped between caring and not--
          let's pinch our noses to avoid the stench that is our own.

And I really wish that I could say
I don't want you the way that I do
But I'd be lying if I implied
I don't constantly think about you

We're two halves of a different whole
Don't quite fit well together, it's true
Yet I find myself drawn
From the dusk 'til the dawn
To all of the things that you do

The dew on the grass doesn't know
It'll be gone by the end of the day
I can swear, I did not see it coming
Your existence coming into play

As I try to avoid misbehaving
Muscle memory drags me to your door
I can't knock, I am weak
And forbidden to speak
I wander the city once more

It is quite sad, what you have made of me
Without thought, I was stripped to the bone
There's no blame, just an aching, persistant
Without nothing, I wander, alone.

ou
'querer' em quatro tempos*


1.
Você está aqui
Eu estou lá
Perco o espetáculo
Por querer
Demais, mas
Sem querer--
Todos querem
Um pedaço de mim agora.

2.
Você está aqui
Eu estou lá
Prendo-me ao espetáculo
Por querer
Demais, mas
Sem querer--
Porque querer foi
O que sempre fiz(emos).

3.
Você está aqui
Eu estou aqui
Cegos ao espetáculo
Por querer
Demais, mas
Sem querer--
Amanhã, quando 'quero' for
Sinônimo de 'podemos'.

4.
Você está lá
Eu estou lá
Partes do espetáculo
Por querer
Demais, mas
Sem querer--
Querer nunca foi,
O suficiente, foi?

when I said I wanted to have seventeen kids, you laughed
you said eight were enough, and I laughed
the night was the only witness.

the shoes you left
on my balcony
are rotten
but yours

I keep a lock
of your
dark curly silky
hair in my drawers

stalkerism is
the sinless habit
of modern days
please forgive me

inappropriate name at it's best---
because they refuse to hold halves together
and hammers aren't the best choice of tools
and who nails a fingernail?

like twilight on icy mountains,
although the sky's colors come from flesh
and not reddened sunlight,
and the snow is empty as air

inconspicuously (fashionably) hidden skyline---
by color, but still there, granted
half-moons, waiting for dimethyl ketone relief

small as they come
unappreciated, underlooked---
as common and human as blood.