excuses:believe

my lover is my self, my mistress is my muse

ribbon of glass,
your eyes are so artificial because
they see fake things.
they see me
they know the curves of my body

i'm so self-fulfilling,
i know things about myself that
you will never know.
i know that i own a set of
imported glass eyeballs.

why don't we go to the park anymore?
because the air hurts my eyelids.
it moves deadly,
it slices the
ribbon of glass

i don't want to put myself in danger
i am just showing my affection towards.......
i'm so considerate of the
two of us...

wait, does that make sense?

wait, do you make sense?

wait, do i make sense?

wait, are we so close that we are one person?

wait, am i schizophrenic?