So thank you for being okay with me, who I am, no matter what I do.


Growing UpTake away the flash and fog,Growing Up
reveal the light bulbs and powders; The ones which hide the strings,
secret pockets, doubles and fakes.
Oh, disillusionment-- Total disenchantment.
There is no pleasure in knowing how the trick works,
unless you have a new audience to perform it for.
Then your pleasure comes vicariously
from how enthralled and fascinated they are at how it happened.
The loss of childlike wonder and awe-- There is no magic


The HatFlirting words here, bit of touch there, trade with him for the more comfortable chair. Take his hat from his knee, wear it all night, Oops, take it home- itll be all right. Youll see him tomorrow and can give it back then, youll flirt some moreThe Hat
while you wear it again. Trade it back for your phone as he heads out the door leaving you wondering What if theres more?


HugsI wrap my arms around you, hold on for a moment or so then let you go, send the feeling of my arms around you with you on your way.Hugs
It makes a shield around you of loving and good will to protect you; I feel responsible because I care for you, but you must go.
I hold you close and tight to me before you meet the world, with the hope that the experience will not have any lasting harm to you.
Hugs are a good-bye thing for strength, goodbyes, and comfort, too, but more than just an Ill miss you, dear,
KR After

Death of the Magi I hate it that I lied to her. It always makes me feel lower than filth. But if she’d known the truth, she never would have forgiven me.Death of the Magi
“Hilde, I’ve got to go downtown to run some errands. I’ll be back soon, babe.”
My own words still echo in my ears. Lying here in the alleyway sludge, gun in hand, bulletproof vest peppered with bullets, I realize that I probably should have told her the truth. Even as more slivers of lead pummel my defensive dumpster, my t


ImperfectionI dwell upon these people They are my dear obsession They drive me to insanity They plot all my depression Their perfect eyes don't know me Nor does their perfect face I am an imperfection Upon the human raceImperfection


Last, Strangest, Most PerfectI really don't know anything anymore I don't know if what i'm looking at Is a window or a door But what i'll find out there is freedom What i'll find out there is joy And I'm hoping you can see that I am just a little boyLast, Strangest, Most Perfect
And that the world is really scary Full of faith and full of doubt But the most frightening part Is neither can we live without This feeling is not sorrow This feeling is not pain It's just knowing that tomorrow I'll have to live again But that's not my fault After all I'm not the one out here That's becoming an
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