and in that moment
that passing second of truth-
before the mask of lies and smiles...

she felt her emptiness

Violence of the mind.

black holes.
they come swallowing everything whole

dripping jaws.
they come tearing at chunks of fresh flesh

war of the mind.
gunshots gouged in blood wet heads
spears stabbing through blood wet sides
knives nestled in blood wet necks

madness-
of the mind.

Come one! Come all!
Come see the sickest sight of all!
this madness of the mind
i see it clear,
when i look in the mirror.

watching
stopped staring
heart so fast,
beating in my chest
face so sweet
arms inviting
eyes to eyes
hand to hand
smiles so kind,
like an old friend
he looks at me
and i at him
i am his
if only
he'll be Mine

the thing about Love
is that
it's kind of like a unmarked, beautifully-wrapped Gift
                      
you don't want to keep it forever

but you don't want to give it to the wrong person
                      
because the Packaging can never be replaced.

Sure,
it can be taped up or redone

but it'll never be the way it was
Before

i'm so afraid
          that when you leave
                            you'll find your better off
without me

i love you

but we are not right for today

so i will let you go

and wave at tomorrow to walk closer

for someday

we will be right

i warned myself against love
i put up every blockade i could think of
still i fell
i knew you'd leave
i said you would
still i hoped
i was sure you would lie
positive till the plunge:    that you'd never catch me
still i trusted
and i jumped
and i fell
                  in love

but you didn't catch me