**** the parts of me
that are still beating.
make me invisible;
so when I see your face
you won't be able to see mine.

z.m.

I'm used to one sided conversations...
trust me, they're lonely

z.m.

when I speak to you,
rummage through my
silent thoughts
and piece together
this fully formed consideration:

the notion of beauty
is an illusory fantasy
and realizing its reality
makes it an unrecognizable
nightmare.

I am that unrecognizable
nightmare.

z.m.

I want to free myself;
break away from
the feeling of your
hands touching me
and the echo of my
voice pleading you to

stop.

z.m.

if I could tell you,
my words would flood the floor
and drown out the sound
of both of our breaths

if that happened,
then there would be no one left
to hear us.

z.m.

a vast head of stars
millions of lightyears away
is enough to separate the
real you from me
allowing me to only view
you from a distance
and leave me to wonder
what it's really like
in that mind of yours

the feeling that we
are on different planets
is enough to show me that
the theory of you
is more difficult to understand
than I had been taught in school

...but that doesn't mean I won't try

z.m.

pretend to be a different you
the one that others want to view
pretend and lie
but never sigh
because the better you
is the one they'd choose

do not complain or say a word
because your voice will not be heard
you'll want to cry
but you must try
to hold it in
and show a grin

z.m.