Blue her eyes that blue of reflecting pools- crystalline crescents when sequined with tears- by sunlight I've prayed to praise and leave you- my life has changed if nothing else because of you; the white of her eyes rolled back in her head- hair tossed around in a fit of laughter- the style she has different, amazing and unique- of all the words she could speak she chooses these; from the bottle of pills with the little white label- these placebos she takes to regulate her moods- though my bills are paid, hers long past due- of the entirety of our past from which she could choose- she chose those words to strike deep into my heart- and planted with that a viral disease- once unleashed ate through me into my dreams- becoming a cloud my brights couldn't cut through; though often hope forms loosely on the tongue- and guilt is discarded as if it didn't exist- and found that though these things I could never dismiss- happened as just a shape folded never to unfold; what happens, happens and I cannot change- even though words of wisdom differ most are the same- shit will happen again and again- her eyes once blue now black again; cold is the soul for which no escape appears- finding existence and relief from the pain- the bottle, can now gone replaced with a lease- on life for which no amount I can repay; I AM NOTA LOSER she says to me- I look away from those eyes again once more- Quietly I remark for once shut your mouth- please think more deeply about the things you say; the walls echoed back the once again discord- what to do about her pleading words- nothing now what can you do for someone in pain? they do not even rather she DOESN'T even know what she does; Blue again as the sky was today- Black again the night as is the usual- once again blank mind resting in sleep- until home, healed again my heart will become... "memories, watch what you say; it will haunt you." The PooRe PoeT copyright 2005 4-11-2005 for Natalia Sala