(1.) i like to wander in my loneliness,
stray like a mere cat, spread ash
beneath my feet and leave a dusty
trail for all to ponder upon. (2.) i once met a man capable of convincing me that he painted the sky blue with his icey tone. (3.) i once met a woman capable of dying my skin brown, my eyes yellow, my heart a mellow melon. (4.) besides each other and thus simply falling apart, they scholar'd a greedy need in me to seed the earth and soil my hands but never the hemp of my skirt and so i lie awake this maroon-collar'd night, a silly-hearted stranger writing to you in what I pretend is anonymity, once again of how exactly it feels like to be confused of oneself. it becomes even sillier and sillier as the day wears on, it seems.

i spitfire the words out so that you don't fill up my head with all of your thoughts, I'd like to remember as little of you as possible, it seems silly, but I'm only protecting, me, and you. i spew the words out so that the only way you could ever stop me is to kiss me, i belch the words out so that all you'll ever think about is me and my words and the way i string them to you, my subtle promises, like a quite poem hushed beneath my husky breath, i want me on your mind at all times.