It was when you asked me if I was multiracial that I knew you only saw me skin deep.

As we danced you kept pulling me closer.

It was weird…uncomfortable

It was when you asked me if I ever had fun that I knew you wanted me to loosen up.

You held me close your hands on my thighs

It was weird…uncomfortable

It was when you asked me what I did in my free time that I thought you might care.

You kept hugging me tighter to yourself

It was weird…uncomfortable

It was when you asked me for my number that I thought about trusting you, but I didn't.

*You made me feel wanted by someone new

It was weird…uncomfortable

Now the love has left me,
And you're nothing more than human,
(Though I would not call you any less),
You're nothing more than human.

And now the charm has gone,
He too was nothing but distraction,
And faith would never come...

Now the hope is gone,
And even depression,
Obsession,
And desperation have left me.

Since my future never existed,
And faith would never come.

Now I have no calling,
Hardly knowing what to call myself.

Now I have nothing to wait for,
Now I have no meaning,
Now that I long for nothing,

I cannot call myself an artist,
And hardly call myself a student,
Now I am no poet, no dancer or musician,
For I have no substance
from which to build from.

Now that tears have left me,
Both from joy and from sadness,
I am nothing but a human.

And never before have I felt so lost.

I sit in a car where everything moves slowly, where every sound I hear, I think about it first.
True presence, true gift.
I see my self like I am in another dimension.
And even when I think about the things that I think,
I think them over again.
I am very diffrent from low.
And I like it.