How is that you are always here, but never there.
Picking the insides of my sanity out.
Bit by bit, leaving only a memory of your presence.

Kudos on doing so well.
Replacing my sanity to a somewhat insanity.
Was it ever there in the first place?
Only you would know.
I only want you to know.

Been here a while now.
Stuck behind bars that are so familiar
So old, that rust falls at the swipe of a finger.
I want to leave
Escape this prison, where you are fed anxiety and made to sleep under a blanket of regrets.

There's a hole through the ear to the right.
Too small for escape.
Everyday I sit beside it and listen to everything that goes by.

I would like to invite you in for a drink.
Crawl in.
You're the perfect size.
Stay awhile.
Help me build a smile.
Then we could leave through it together.
I haven't been outside in a while.
Tale me through everything that has changed.

But you left without me.
You also took the smile, which fits your face so perfectly.
Now I sit and listen for you to come by,
because I would like it back,
and I would like to get out of here.

Don't lend it to anyone.
It belongs to me as well if you want to remember.

Hold my hand like the cat holds my tongue
and ask me to tell you a secret.
I will reveal to you words only my pillow has heard
and find the ones that got caught in the past.
For they meant the most,
and mean even more now.

Don't let the sweat of your palm loose the grip of my fingers
For when my hand is cold,
Your presence becomes not so present

so what do we do
when the buses become blood clots,
stationary auction items up in the next lot,
nails placed firmly within the traffic’s trail,
beads on an already beaded bracelet
fit for a wrist as thick as yours;
delicate slips of skin wound around a bone
that glides along the air?

so what do I do
when we’re lost mid-city
consult and ask the commuter committee
that pumps around us in a lunchtime break
or walk on further just past mid-city lake
and look out for lost landmarks?

arrange me in an arrondissement,
unfurl me and curl out into a quarter,
lead me silently down another street,
kiss me in another alley and call me mine,
take a holiday with me, cross that line.

"I love you even*       "I love you even
               when I think       when you think
                       about death."           about death"  
                                          -JG                 ­          *-BB

I want to write my memory all over your body.
With kisses born of love and longing,
Passion fostered from your embrace.
I want to fit my body to yours and hold you,
Breathe in as you breathe out.
Leave you with images of me content in your arms.
Wrap your arms around my name,
Write your love across my heart.
I am yours to hold through the night.
I want to imprint myself on you.

daddy's little girl
yeah right.
daddy can barely call his
little girl back.
she's desperate for him too.
guess he has better things to do.
or even better,
another family with
more important kids than
you.

god, I have daddy issues
don't I?