my heart is breaking
it hurts so bad
help me piece it back together

A break so fine,
                           That dust can't find you.
No glue can keep your insides in.

Scattered and lost, with memories fading,
The last hope for porcelain,
                                                  is lost.

Traveled and weary, bare feet bruised,
I still ask, can I fix you?
                         Carry you home?
My back was built for only you.

I sing to your chorus.
                                     Lonely notes,
Filled with hope, and longing.
Slow, smooth, steady.
Endless,
               Limitless.
It is too late.
                     There is no hope,
                                                    There is no end,
                                                            ­                    "You can't love me."

She is a character perfect
for my work of science fiction,
chosen after much research
on unreliability of reality
as one knows does exist,
it's even more true of her.
In a hurry I concluded,
"What a  luck, I chose to write her
as the character of possibility!
                              then, how quickly
                              the class I expected of her
                              went totally to seed.
                              are we opposites?
Or, is this reality not shared by both of us?
what can one say about a situation when,
my own creation fights against my writ,
No, I am not in the same league as Luigi Pirandello
this is the result when commonsense is delineated
by a hallucinating mind, caught in love net.Zilch.