he asked me,
"what is the point of living
if you deprive yourself
of loving?"
and I answered,
"I live for almost nothing.
loving you has turned me
into a fool.
I love,
       and I loathe,
                      you."

In this world
the only way to survive
is to pretend.

you say that you love me
but you don't have the heart
you don't have the wit,
you don't think in art
not like I do.

I touched the fragile snow,
watched it slowly melt,
and what I did not know
soon after, I felt
my fingers were no longer cold
but ignited in feverish flame
yet they refused to let go
and continue to hold
the scorching snow
just the same

The desire for attention
is never fulfilled.
the more you get,
the more you need
to fill up
the gap it leaves