outside the pen

((((..."love, don't cry"...)))

if i face myself, as another,

it is even more an animal

outside of the pen

if i make myself proud about you,

you could move away from me.

the difference is i don't know.

(hush

because i'm too scared to ask)))))))).

i'm too smart for this, in life:

i have only learned a love

the way i am to you...

pay no attention

how you are to me

this is inconstant

it's not a tongue i understand

if you go because of me,

then do i suffer, so that

you are well enough to stay?

(((((knowing full well you are

one thing i do not get

and i get that i do not know)))

this is the sadness, always

and if it is not there,

i will force it in

where the skin is not broke

can you topple that?

i cannot lead

i can't even

this

sentence

I have learned

by the leaving of you

that it is to,

in your absence

find the point

in a sea of softness

and weak

(there can be no point found)>>>>>

i have evaporated

every new event

registering

blows the dust of me

off the table

i didn't feel the sadness with you

this is why i think

you'll stay

(forgive me

this is a day

too cut

around the edges

and too many shards

smashed together

in one match-box