Hello

Hello Mister
Hello Mutilation
What can you bring me today?
Maybe just a small piece
of the love that was
once
twice
thrice
mine.
I came into
This world
rushing
just in
selfish searching
for purpose.
I hate words
For all they can do
Is define
other peoples’
perceptions of my identity
Excuse my lack of
Interest in your
bedroom (not so)
secrets
I am just a
simple
girl with a
jealous heart.
Even though I’ve
found a man
who will give me
a life
wife with white picket fences.
and morals
and I could
kill myself with happiness.
( I was always good at
faking it)
In my own way
I will be
following in the footsteps
of someone
who never
really loved me
as a person
just an object
abstract and
without kindness.
And I confess to you
that I miss love
but just my luck is
like this:
My jealous heart is
confined to watch
the progression
of other peoples’ romances.
And who am I to
judge anyone
with this handful
of little white opiates
stashed just beneath my heart
That’s way it is
and I make it that way
So I seem to have lost
interest in anything in particular
besides anything sharp
and stability dissolving
into my blood stream.