Program.

After eons of feeling feelings of not feeling,
along come feelings of you.
Reluctantly, I take them in –
unable to appreciate nor despise them, I cope;
I cope with the horrifying possibility of there not being us

I scream on the inside for nothing,
sometimes for most things and regarding you,
for everything.

Champagne trays.

I wake to reality;
pulsating pains equal exhaustion,
paint me an angel and fly off.

The glass of your disappointments and betrayals has filled up, finally -
millions of gentle nudges and one drunken push, I'm free.

Veiled disinterest masked as emotion;
the curtain has fallen, withered and overdue roses thrown,
and as the applause fades,
so do we.

Meet me at the intersection.

All he had to tell me was "goodbye, forever, baby"
All he had to say was "it's over"

All he had to say amounted to nothing in the end;
my mind overflows with confusion,
my brainwaves fill with violins and guitarsounds

I remember sunny, chilly mornings in a bad neighborhood,
waking up with him

My sleep would never rest, kissed on the forehead too early,
comforted back into a safe hibernation
I'm sorry I didn't ignore you, I'm sorry for me

All I want to say amounts to everything you never knew,
all the things you never knew about a girl who loves you.