I am not like the others
My skin is made of a
thousand dreams that needed more tourists
and my eyes are poetic places
My hands have caressed  
the pages of many old books
and my nose will always recognize the
scent of the people that I love
I have tasted the flavor of
new beginnings
But my ears were never able
to hear the sound of your voice
My feet have touched the
sand of your imagination
But my hair couldn't
bear the heavy winds
coming from your stormy mind
My arms couldn't
embrace your sweetness
But my teeth were made
to mash these dark thoughts
of yours and transform them into tiny ones