UrgencyThe unthinkable horrors are abundant in your veins. They scream through your system and paralyze your mind. I want to give you a blood transfusion substitute ignorance instead. Here; you can have my love and my thoughts and my dreams. I'll dump this toxic waste in the ocean of change. I press my body so hard against yours in an attempt to transfer hope. Because I know you'll be okay, but do you? I stretch and reach to give you my words. It's urgent! I want you to know that I'm here. I want you to feel my hand in yours and my breath on your skin. Everything I hUrgency
A Quick ThoughtSurprise! I've dedicated every moment of the rest of my life . . . To you. Your hair, Your eyes, Your hands. Your voice, your words play across my face Delicate fingers touch my skin. . . . Your skin Is soft. A baby, That's all you are. A child who has captivated my heart. These words, they're not enough. Maybe all the words in the world, that might be enough. All the time in the world. Why am I so mute? I sit here thinking, You are not perfect. But the more I know you, . . . the more I understaA Quick Thought
Self-PortraitShe's all dressed up like a secret. Lips painted on with saliva, cheeks blushing air, eyelashes coated with thick lies. She has a no make-up policy. A grotesque monster: a mockery of herself. Hair pulled back to reveal that nothing is concealed- Hiding by proving she's not. Imperfect pale skin and a frivolous laugh are the guards of her memory. She knows nothing, or so she claims. Does she see nothing, too? A hideous beast: an imitation of herself. Sleeves that don't cover the scars on her arm- Denial by insisting she's numb. A soft smile and preoccupied handsSelf-Portrait
PhotographI didn't realize I was still addicted to you. But there you are, one eye squinting, preparing to capture me. I'm balancing on the edge. Waiting. I didn't realize I was still permeable to you. But there you are, one eye wide open, preparing to shoot me. I'm holding on for dear life. Expecting. I didn't realize you were still accountable for me. But here I am, both eyes averted, preparing to see you. I'm leaning on the memory. Anticipating. I catch a glimpse of myself in the window And there, reflected in my eyes, is you.Photograph
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¤ I take my desires for reality because I believe in the reality of my desires ¤
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