To love yourself is an art.

Nameless men sketch their fantasies along my hips
admiring me as I were their
                                                           masterpiece.

**** in an antique wooden frame
    that hangs by my throat,
                                                            gagging.

Have you ever felt
you loved someone that
you hated the person?

Have you ever felt
you knew everything that
you knew nothing?

Have you ever felt
the overwhelming happiness and grace that
you manifested signs of sadness?

Have you ever felt
the burning heart inside
though you are soaked outside?

Feeling feelings,
i do not fully understand
what they are
but they color the blank sheet of life –

she says its because shes hurt
she doesn't know what to do
who to turn to
everyone has left her
let her down

no one knows the true trials
she has persevered through
no one feels the ache in her heart
a longing for touch
love

she feels lost
broken-hearted
loss of spirit

i will revive her
i will break my back
picking all of her pieces up
taking her into my arms
she will be relieved of all sadness

i will give her the love
she never sought possible

You fell to the bottom of the sea,
You expected me to save you.
I told you I couldn’t.
Sometimes you do everything for someone and it's still not enough.
I didn't want to drown trying to save you because I knew,
That we would have both ended up dead.
At the bottom of the sea.

Jealous
Of the oxygene in your veins
Of the always invited breath of air
Of the sunlight spark in your eyes
Of the wind that moves your hair

Desire
To be close as the cloth
To be loyal as your shadow
To be the reflecting mirror
To be your movements follow

Don't live in a narrative
The result is only more heartbreak
When you realize the story's not true