I wonder, am I a twister of
hearts and breaker of dreams?
Or do hearts just ooze into my
Hands unnoticed and remain
Mute while I twist them into
Shapes that should be unseen?
I do not ask for the putty that
They call hearts or am sure of
The emotion they call love, so
Why me?

I can not help that I bought
The lip gloss with the seduction
Built in, I should have read the
Small print on the bottle earlier.
I can hardly stand me, yet my
Eyes sparkle and my lips smile
Like everything is okay in my
Little piece of the world and
I am inviting those with the
Putty in their chests to come
With me.

The feel of putty squishing from
My fingers sends shivers of what
Can only be revulsion, or pleasure
(I hope for my sake it is revulsion)
Slipping their way over my skin.
Yet still I smile with the seduction
Lip gloss on my lips and my eyes
Seem to twinkle behind the tears.
It honestly is not an invitation to
Give the putty to me, so why do
They do it anyway? Why do they
Trust me?

06/23/2007

Posted on 06/24/2007
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