you are in my house
and it will eat you
because you would be dead

i am busy
too busy
for this nonsense

tempting
but i must decline

Why hello there
it's nice to see you again
not like it's anything different or
special, see
you're simply everywhere I go
not like that's bad though
see, I like you
the way you smile
your hair
even your unconventional nerdy socks
not like I'd ever tell you
or talk to you
at all
see I'm scared
not like scared of you
but of your thoughts
about me
if there are such thoughts.

You smell very
refreshing like
Febreze

you are now
Febreze cat
Now come here and
let me hug you

Record skips.
Repeats itself.
I sit in the corner.
That same note-
make it stop.

The room is dark
and blank.
My hands, covered in dirt
and blood.

You left me here
to die
with no light.
You are supposed to care.

You may have come back, but
I cannot see you,
I have clawed my eyes out.
I am starving.

My wounds fester.
Do yours?
Are you wounded?
Are you there?

The record skips.
I feel the room
shrinking. Rotting.
Help me.

Of course-
you don't.
Only help yourself
why not.

But I don't care.
I have something of yours
and it is dead.
Your gilded bird,
it is dead.

Its feathers
ripped off. I put them
in my hair.
A lovely
crown.

Its body
in pieces.
In my palm.
The blood
trickling idly from my
fingers.

Your bird is dead.
Twisted into a knot.
Once beautiful.
Now mangled, bludgeoned.
This makes me laugh.
Your bird is dead.
Like me.

I am waiting.
You are now here.
Hello!

We continue through the labyrinth
in my house.
We play games,
and hold hands.

We fall asleep
in each other's arms
watching movies.

But
that was a
while ago.

We still play these
games,
you and I.
We continue in a pattern of
complex plot twists and turns.

Stop spinning around,
you make me dizzy.
These games are
becoming tedious.
I miss you;
Let me hold
your hand
once more.

She's doing it again,
staring at me.
I try to look away,
but her gaze pulls me back in.
Every time I glance away,
her eyes move within mine.

I turn back to her.
She is staring into my eyes,
into my soul.
Her eyes hold pain.
They're wild, frightened,
yet warm, understanding.
The look on her face matching
my feelings: skittish and mischievous.
Her hair, even more wild than her eyes:
the colour of lightening.
I smirk at her.
She shoots it back.

We continue our charade for some time.
She just won't leave me.
I give up.
You win.
Upon leaving I found her name:
Reflection.

A lonely day,
in my bed.
Waiting.
Waiting for
hello.
I miss you.
Anything.
I'm sorry, she said.
Me too.

Before then,
we had nothing
but ourselves.
Laughter, holding hands.
Long deep talks about everything
and nothing at all.

My heart colder than the air of February
outside.
We didn't speak again.
At least-
for a while.

When she left,
my morals followed.
My head is lowered and
I am ashamed.

I have never loved another
quite like I love her.
Her eyes, lit the deep sky.
Her touch, could soothe the stings of one thousand suns.
Her laugh, seemed to carry my sorrows
away from me.

I see her in everything,
in everyone I pass.
Pieces of her.
In every song I hear,
a bittersweet memory.
A memory that stays
through my days and nights.
Her laughter is my lullaby.
Thoughts of her embrace
Shelter me from the cold.

And when it's time
for me to leave,
it's her, I know.
Standing at the shore,
kissing me sweet farewells,
and wishing me off.

Look at the stars:
how they fall.
The way they hit
the pavement.

The stars are falling,
and we must catch them,
you and I.
We must catch them with
our tongues.

The stars are falling,
and we're covered.
Covered in stars.
We dance,
together in the stars.

The pattern in the stars suggests amore;
Feelings of love for you and you alone.
They frolic, dance, as waves do to the shore.
The stars glisten for you, they are your own.
Tell me, my darling, can you see the stars?
How passionately they glimmer for you.
Only they may tell of love such as ours.
They hold the key to our passion so true.
Come what may, the sun still rises at dawn,
And I notice your passions have faded.
In the morning, my heart for you does fawn.
Your expressions, seem distant and jaded.
Do answer me: once the stars cease to shine,
Do you low your glance, ashamed to be mine?

There she sits:
adorned in pearls,
her black curls, laughing.
The women, envious.
The men, entranced.
Her image,
stained in red.

There she kneels:
her master, leaving;
his hand sore,
her face weaker.
He leaves.
His fist,
stained in red.

There she lays:
another day's work, finished.
The man, buttoning his shirt.
Enters his wife
screaming away passion.
Their life together,
stained in red.

There she weeps:
the troubles of the world,
****** onto her shoulders.
She is *****,
unwanted by all.
A once beautiful creature.
The harlot,
stained in red.