Am I blind,
Or do you see too well?
Am I deaf,
Or do you listen too closely?
Am I mute,
Or do you talk too much?

I hear voices in my head,
But you don't listen to yours.
I see things that you say aren't there,
But you miss things that I say are there.
You tell me not to daydream,
But do you even nightdream?

You stare
Into my face
with contempt
But I stare
Into your mind
with pity
And curiosity
About how all that knowledge
You claim to possess
Fits into that tiny, narrow chamber,
And how it even got in
Through that thick, heavy, closed, chained,
Padlocked, bolted, and barred iron door?

You stare
As if I have nothing to offer society,
But what can you offer?
You have exactly what everybody else has:
Indifference,
Smugness,
An attitude,
And a suitcase.
Society has had her fill of all that,
And if you were gone,
She wouldn't miss you.

So is my point of view unrealistic,
Or just too real for you?
Do I need to be locked up,
Or do you need to be set free?
I'm not an oddity,
You're Boring.
And I'm not crazy,
You're just too sane.

Once a year,
A vile, vicious,
Vindictive little villain
Ascends from the
Fiery depths of
Hell.
He preys upon
The lonely
And
Unwanted
Stripping away
The tough outer shell
They use to make it
Through life
Alone
And leaves them
Wretched,
Helpless,
Pitiful,
Vulnerable,
Bleeding
On the ground
No one to
Console them.
The others,
The ones who
Will never
Be forced
To feel the pain
Of the wretched ones
They point
And laugh,
Relentless,
Mocking,
Taunting,
Without
Mercy or understanding
While we,
The lonely,
Mourn
Our perpetual
Desolation.
We pray and beg
For the termination
Of this one
Unforgiving day
When the cruel
Demon,
Bow in hand,
Descends again,
Satisfied
When he sees
The destruction
And despair
He will leave behind
For one
More
Year.

Alive.
Dancing in the wind
Perfect image of grace
Like a frolicking maiden
With rippling, velvet skirts of azure
Caring not,
Thinking not,
Only dancing
To the melody of nature.
Flowing,
Careening,
Waltzing
With a gentle zephyr
To the smooth legato
Of the wild.

You fascinate me.

Your actions need no motive,
Your words need no definition.

Looking into your eyes,
I learn so much of myself,
Yet nothing of you.

For those who fear
What they cannot understand,
You are the perpetual nightmare.

An unsolvable puzzle.

An unanswerable riddle.

A cipher that cannot be decoded.

You confuse
Frighten
Control
Enlighten
Consume me.

My mind is shackled by the chains of your presence.
The links are twisted,
Barbed,
And unbreakable.

Tell me the story of your soul
So I can write the final chapter
And close the cover of your memory
Forever...

Like will-o-wisps they travel

On the wind.

Less substantial than ash;

Only slightly more so than imagination.

Attempting their former business

With useless hands.

Desperately crying out their messages

With silent voices.

Helplessly surrendering

To their imposed path.

I want you
I crave you
Feeling your gentle touch,
Your hands on my waist,
Your lips on my neck,
Giving me chills,
Making me ache for more.
Hearing your heart
Beating against my ear
As I try to be
As close to you as possible.
Tasting your kiss
And whatever else I dare.
Seeing you smile
When you roll over in bed
And see me,
Beside you,
Like I swore I always would be.

It's...frightening.
The vulnerability that comes
With needing something
Or someone
So badly.

Your touch,
An injection.

Your kiss,
A hit.

Love,
The narcotic.

And you,
My dear,
My dealer.