a part of me
has love
whatever it is

i remember having none of it
when i myself
was nothing

i'm still nothing
but a part of me has gained
whatever love is

and he does stupid things
and sometimes he's brilliant
no one else makes the mundane
beautiful
even with the rose colored glass
rammed into his corneas

and he writes nice poems
and nice songs
and i like to think
this is all me

but in the end
not a single part of me
can ever do
whatever the **** that guy does

all i really do
is watch
when i get the chance

somehow, i'm glad
that i'm an audience
to my own
drama theatre

but then i remember
that there is only one
viewer and actor
all in one

and the others are blue
or grey in their worst
they do nothing
but rot
and ruin furniture

but i'm really glad
a part of me
has love
whatever it is

and i'm keeping him for a while
just so i feel
i'm not as nothing
as before