Temporarily Temporary

I love to buy temporary tattoos

Not just because of who I fool,

but I like to step out of me
and pretend to be
what you might not see
by looking at me.
I do silly things and love to pretend.
Then I miss the messages you're trying to send.
Things become real
and I'm unsure how to feel
or how to heal.
I'm not electronic or made out of steel.
I scrub my skin trying to feel clean.
You can barely make out what it was supposed to mean.
I'll be okay
and you'll fade away.
But if I may,
perhaps it's good that you didn't stay.

Never Minds

You sing your song

while I listen with my good ear.

I'll write you the poem

that you've always wanted to hear.

The words aren't mine.

They aren't even real.

Stolen, mangled

and lacking all appeal.

Then they are just letters

that shift into lines.

Broken and scattered

leaving nothing behind.


 

You'll sing on,

but I can not be sweet.

My good ears are gone.

I'll glady give up my seat.

Now here I am.

Just as the words, the letters,

and the lines.

Fragmented deep down

like space and time.

This is where we are

and I know what I need to be.

Just the strange girl

that I never wanted you to see.