inside me, clinging to the wrong things
you believe deeper is the answer
but I still can’t feel it

trying to make me your own geisha;
I will wear the makeup
with my stained red lips,
my hair will be lustrous black
and my eyes will bat just the way you like

I will adore your friends
and make money off their lust
even when you tell me to stop

I shall write down these conquests
proving your self doubts
even though the rules were of your preference

priorities lie within each eyelash you ripped from me
as I fell to the floor
burning from a broken bulb
hanging by the last tattered thread;

when life is a pen
and we are the ink,

who else will be willing
to refill you?

01/15/2006