My little dead sisters,
the wind thrashes about me
and scatters your sun faded ribbons.
A Love In Tokyo
dangles from a tree branch.
Pretty pastel drawings,
and giggle written post it notes,
pasted all over everything.

What is the value of laughter,
how can a memory be sold
for a moment of peace
that sneaks off, when you aren't looking,
and leaves behind
the melancholy remains
of all my little dead sisters.

For too long.
It has been too long...

I sit and flip back through
the scrapbooks collected in my head...

Searching. Reaching. Pleading for one reason,
one touch, one gesture,
one true declaration...

I can't find one, not one.
If one exists, now its gone...

What I have endured
without the simplest sustenance,
not so much as a grizzle scrap...

And still I must give?
I have nothing of worth.
I am not sure that I ever have...


        A willow, wilts and dies
in a neverending drought...

What will I do
when the last drop in the well is gone?

Does the last full bucket look different
from the ones drawn before?

When the tree falls in the woods
and no one cares either way
is it worth the effort
for the poor pathetic thing
to make a sound at all?

You said that you loved me.
But how can that be?
When so soon after you are
Writing poetry with her?
You never used to let me write your poems-
I wasn't even allowed to read them.
And you refused to read mine.
So how could you have possibly loved me?
You never did.
And again I am a fool.

why are you sad?
don't you know that you are the most beautiful person
who has ever walked this stupid planet?
there are stars on the tip of your tongue
and i swear your heart is bursting with the sun.
can't you feel those skyscrapers in your lungs?
they are trying to build you up.
and your soft lips contain all that love
just let it loose baby.
i have seen you and your brilliant colours,
every shade of you is beautiful.
and i'm pretty sure that your smile emits warmth
because when you are happy the whole world
gets a tiny bit warmer.
how can you possibly be sad
when you have the power to warm the world?
please be happy-
we're all getting a bit cold.

i saw you dancing in the devil's heart.
did it make you happy?
or are you still the pathetic man you always
proved to me to be?
did the fires of hell warm your icy heart?
or does it still beat only for yourself?
were you tortured down there?
were you thrown into a fiery pit of despair?
or does the devil not use your punishments?
do you remember the stars you stole from me?
i hope that he burnt them up and threw them away
because baby
you do not deserve to have my starlight pouring out of you.
do you still have my innocence?
did he let you keep that?
i hope that it erodes your skin
and burns your insides like acid.
did you not realise that my love for you was poisonous?
no?
you were the one who poisoned me.
and you will dance forever in the devil's heart.

inside
there is a deep sadness.
you let it in when you ripped
my heart open.
it swarmed to the
open wound.
don't worry,
my heart is fixed now.
she glued it back together
with her love.
do you realise that she spends
her whole life
tidying up after you?
the thing is:
when she closed my heart
she forgot to remove
the sadness from inside.
so now it's trapped.
and it's trying to escape.
my heart is bursting at the seems
as it fights against the muscular walls.
it's going to break free
any moment now.
and the tears will pour.
make sure you don't have a broken heart
or it will come to you next.