Everything is so versatile,
I wait for hours for you,
To just talk for a while.

You have a half minute conversation,
And am left with eyes of tears and face with smile.
What if I could let you know of, without hesitation?

But you are someone's, not mine...
And one day with this schedule,
My darling, I'd be fine.

Though it hurts a lot, that everything you forgot.
But now, I love the symbol of my love, these tears brine...
They take away all the anger for you every moment.

And I am made to love you even more,
Even though, for you am a parallel line..
I bolt the door and spill my emotions on the floor...

Have you ever seen my condition through that peep hole?

She paves the path
Of dynasties carved
With buckets of sludge upon back;
Bent, not unlike her mother’s limb,
But under shinier red flags,
Cloth coated, with lesser blood.

She’d had a hint of gray
She’d not had last time,
She had a newer limp
She’d not had last time,
Her ***** furthered from firm,
Reaching for the ground, a promise,
In years to be wed with,
And yet the underneath
Of it all remained as radiant
As any sun’d ever been;

And come the cloudy day she leaves,
Even mine own eye
Will remain far from dry
As I’d remember freshly cured bacon,
And her tender chopsticks offering life;
She’d saved me once, she’d save me again.

if you speak to me with an accent
my ears will peak
and my mind *****
while my body language will change

Ten fingers
went to tend her
garden of buttons:

The right hand kisses cheeks
with Mr. **** and then greets
The Twins with a tender twist,
as the **** on the door when

He comes,
and we lay atop each
other to be a team—of beams
of light strobing across some sheets
of ice, maybe—with steadily raised stats

If I had to live
without you, all the best parts
of me would vanish

you are the essence
of what makes me a worthwhile
person, you show me

how to be decent
and though sometimes I fall from
grace, you redeem me

'love' is too small a
word, to routine a concept
to encompass how

you heal me, make me
complete, and lift me towards
being someone I like

Her friends in the dark, always playing games,
The headless One in places never expected always
A mouthful of jelly maggots, he likes the games.

"I eat one every now and again,

The eyeless one never watching where he goes always
Jumping out ***** nails so I gave then a coat of baby
Pink much prettier, now his teeth all un-neat.

"Sharp and graceful what do you think,

They like the place of perpetual darkness, they said I
Can visit it soon, I packed my Dora bag. they said its
A one way trip, one more game of hide and seek.

**"A slimy goes down before my eternal sleep Mmm...,

When I woke up this morning,
And thought of the things that bothered me yesterday
I smiled, because the past was closed behind me
The excess garbage that was piled in my head is no longer there
A new day, a new dawn
Today, you must love me like you seldom do.

I woke up this morning
And thought of the things that bothered me yesterday
I smiled, because the past was closed behind me

it's wondering if your roommate wonders about the scale you keep tucked under the bed
it's going to sleep at 7pm so you can skip dinner
truthfully, romanticizing emptiness can only get you so far
and there will be nights spent frantically distracting yourself from hunger pains,
hiding under the covers and blaring music
so you stop thinking about words like pasta and ice cream and disappointment.
slowly, you notice that all of your friendships are slipping through the cracks
and you want to save them, you want to so bad,
but whenever one of them says, i miss you, let’s grab lunch
you panic and fake an illness or a family obligation
with your heart pounding, head swimming,
because there is nothing else to do.
it’s constant voices in your head: one begging you to eat,
one begging you don't you dare, don't you dare
and it's seeing food in numbers:
bagel (320), pizza (285), cookie (115).
it’s having a boy you love come home from vacation
and starving yourself for days so you can hear those magic words,
“you look thinner.”
you think about telling him about this, about you,
but you know what it would mean.
despite that, in the back of your mind, there is always a desperate, seeking question:
*would he care, would he care, would he care?