Smooth and polished,
porcelain plates.
Won’t you allow me,
some mistakes?
For if they break,
crack and tremble,
it is only,
unintentional.
These tiny shards,
might hurt you just a tiny bit,
but it is me who lost my pieces,
tiny voids nothing could fit.

I’ll apologize for imperfections,
I’ll apologize for my lackings,
but will you allow me,
the luxury to be human?

Like a dance on a slippery stage,
Every step is careful and late.
But if falling is in my fate,
no timid toes can escape,
and so let the score run through,
and I’ll waltz right into you.

“You’re an enigma” you’d whisper,
into the night as we cruise the pavement.
My cheeks to your back, I’d sigh.
I’m sure you meant it as a compliment.
One would swoon, any girl would whimper,
You’re a heartthrob, any girl would shiver.
but honey, how I wish I’d do what any girl would,
and yet your alluring words hurt.

I wish you’d know, my subtle signs,
every part of me wishes you’d understand.

I’m no mystery, I leave my heart in the open,
too open perhaps, seeing how the flies hover.
But it was never my heart you’re intrigued by,
it’s the mind I keep under cover.
My mind whom I cherish,
her brilliance often go unnoticed,
and with this mind I am very much aware,
the ***** intentions you bear.

I’m no enigma, but I keep my cards close,
you can’t fool me, but I know not to boast.
even with knowledge I’m right here by your side,
ready to hurt, ready to abide,
anything to escape my reality,
and run into your cruel hide.

A little bit of wood,
a little bit of poison,
a little dash of grass,
a little sprinkle of medicine.
Daintily wrapped,
in a fragile piece of paper.
A potent core within a shell,
as light as a feather.
Strike a match and burn,
her end with mirth and anger,
and watch the stick release,
her final breath with grief.

Goodbye, goodbye, the stick crumbles.
Embrace her, be sincere,
even if you’d find another after,
this is her end.
Her one and only chance.