I worry about him...
He
has a frightening gleam in his eye.
I never know what he's
going to say
or do
at any given time.
He kills (but not on purpose)
and then brings to life again, when he can.
But I know that sometimes its hard.
The words he says...
I can barely understand them.
They're big, and small, and all lengths in between.
And he never says... love.
He says hate, but not the other.
I wish he could say the other.
He wants to, I can tell...
But he can't.
He must not be from around here,
because he never quite understands
what's going on.
But that's not always his fault,
because people change the rules on him.
He wants to say it, but he just CAN'T
He just fucking CAN'T.
He wants so much for everything to just work...
He wants criminals in jail
and good dogs to go to heaven.
Sometimes I think I'm the only one who wants him to say the other anyhow.
And even I kind of cringe when I imagine his voice saying something like that.
Something that basic and intelligable...
Something that terribly wonderful, and wonderfully terrible at the same time
because it means something new for him.
Well, not new exactly... but maybe re-newed.
Yes, that's exactly it...something renewed...
which went so terribly the first time.
But it's still so beautiful a thing to say that he can't.
Because he thinks he's a monster,
though he knows there are worse things
[far worse].
It seems like a dream though,
because could anyone be that stupid
to say it back to him
if he ever managed
to spit the stupid word out?
I really do worry about him,
that man in the mirror.

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