I Know

rock bottom by

the scrapes on my knees

from falling for your apprehension

after tripping over 

your ambiguity. 

I should have let

the scabs fall off

before picking myself apart

because a part

of me loves

that scoffing mentality

and pretending you know me,

but worst, that I do not

know you. 

Clown

You make me a clown

and I juggle

for your entertainment. 

The downside of being

a performer is that you 

like me more with the stage

makeup on. What if

I dropped the act

and held just this emotion

so tightly that it embodied

into something

other than a rubber ball

bouncing in my stomach?

Would I still be something

to watch or should I expect

the crash of circus tents

to be the end of me? 

Moth vs Butterfly

When a man compliments

me I feel 

like a moth

and chew through myself

while waiting to see

how long it takes

for him to notice the colors

of a butterfly. 

Misunderstandings

You mistook me

for a solution

and when I could 

not be anything

other than myself

you made me to be

a mistake. 

I mistook you

as you a solution 

and when you were

nothing but yourself

I believed briefly 

I understood;

my mistake.