hey there; have i ever told you: you look like the type that can hold splintered arteries and mend them in a second? i won't let you touch mine, not now, not yet. but i'd like you to know. you're something. something i can't quite place. i might seem like a bother, but i'd like you to know: i'd let you sit next to me & paint my hands on to yours, if you would? color me however you want, just don't go too deep. i'd splatter the marble colors back on to your skin & count the pennies left in my pocket and maybe we can chase the streaming lines above us instead? you're something. maybe something that might fit better in my aching palms than these wavy lines. you've got a diamond laying loosely in those silver-grey pupils. i must admit, i might have taken a dip inside... i might have left paint streaks on their walls, but still... you're something. something i can't *quite place.