Humble lost to Ego
Ego made him cry
Humble only wants to live
But Ego wants to die

I want you to read me,
The words always on my face.
But you only glance
And decide
The book is too long,
Or not worth it,
Or maybe you read the critics
And chose to skip it.
But I want you to hold me,
The way you hold those old
Leather bound pages
And tenderly turn
Chapter after chapter.
I want you to adore me,
Although I'm not yet
A novel,
No masterpiece by any means,
But I could take you
Places you've never been
And make you
Feel alive again.

Would you be upset

                      if I found more comfort in my razors
          
                                                                                    than in your arms

You're an old leaf
  from a bygone season

     f
     a
        l
            l
           e
              n

from your place
       within my life

I tried to sew you back on
     your brown and old
  fragile, gold
   your moth-like
 and shadow-webbed
                        frailty

but the
winds and weathers
  that loosed the tethers
and let you distant
                    from me

remind me there's no place
among my branches

I am afraid to take off this mask I wear....
  



           for the real me you'll see... is not pretty



stay away......please
          

                                
  ­                                   *don't come any closer
              

            

                   you'll wish you hadn't
  


At least I think you would
                           




                                it's better this way
                                        






if you never see....




              So forget about it







                                     And forget about me






for
  



                       I
    




will




                                                 ­                Be








          **nothing more.....than a distant memory