23 and You and Me

Most beautiful people are in my head. Why then, when I open my lips, My crazy fingers, and My blossoming heart To speak to them, To write to them, To listen to them They tell me that my lips are foul, My eyes are...

Do I not see in your face The growing pointlessness of me? Did I not get used to you Not even trying to ignore me? What then is this longing still, For a feeling for home, For an uplifting of moods? I must announce this...

When you walk in,
I take your things
And keep them on the
Dining table

What if I look straight on While you look at me As we pass by And your heart leaps And catches my shirt button Do you think I would hold it carefully And put it in my pocket, forever mine? Or would I let it fall in my...

There was a time, Two sisters enquired about you. Two brothers joked, Made my face flush. A mother and a father, Anxiously asked for your name But I, I only loved with possession, Groped between your breasts, Pushing...