I
I always fall for Dersite dreamers
dregs of purple on fortune-telling tea
what is this trying to tell me?

intermission

I'm tired of double-edged swords
that pinprick and build up in the skin
explode into tears of blood and remorse

Should I stop wanting to get to know you?
I might fall even further than I am now

II**
Close your eyes, now guess who I'm writing about

her eyes change color
just like her clothes
she's in love with art
she knows how to prose

she celebrates in my victories
and worries in my defeats

I think it's better I don't know the true word of her bodice

Do you know who you are?