From depths of
churning blackness
into starburst
electricity

slow rising light
blossoming
into gentle
infinity

Treat her right.
She will be so nice.
Treat her wrong.
She will be cold as ice.

Treat her like a queen.
She will be your lifelong dream.
Treat her bad.
You will end up lonely and sad.

I stare at the mirror
not because I'm vain
and not because I'm pretty
I stare at the mirror
because the person looking back
is not me
It's a black, shadowy wisp
that runs away
when I try to touch it

Your hand in mine,
Like a small curiosity
That keeps me alive,
That makes me happy.