on your mark

..it's so damn dark
and that proverbial light
in the proverbial distance
is what has
kept me lit,
a little bit,
this whole time.

i only know one thing
this
one brass ring
to grasp at,
with no 'bling'
no diamonds here,
i just
sing

grow wings
for clipping
my words,
the world
i'm barely sipping at this cup and
it's not enough
yes,
no diamonds found
in so much rough

i'm thirsty
damn it
water like sparkling jewels i am
constantly reminded of
the lack
thereof

i laugh,
*love*

so funny i'm the
spitting
image
of the mirage
of myself

a girl,
on a shelf?

(the wizard, the elf,
the dragon someone meant to slay
but she sells seashells somehow,
some way)

i'll go. i'll stay.
is there two of me? four?
she's every-which-way,
then,
so
much
more

you know her?

i do
you heard me.. i do
and not them, or him, or you
'cause there are very very few
who would know what
word i
meant by
true

three,
two,
one..

next

fear rises, i fall
my heart broken slowly i curse my stupidity
in one moment i am nothing
at all
but i've said this before
i'm sure

a million pieces to pick up
and i am
crying over
spilled milk
like it
actually
matters
don't mind what shatters,
she said