Personality Disorder

I’m a wreck through and through.
My bones ache with the thought
Of seeing your face downcast,
And I shake with the thought
Of shaking you down slowly.
You’re such a pretty picture,
But I’m here waiting to destroy you
With witty sighs and vague remarks
About how lovely the light outside is;
About how these nighttime faces
How they bask in the glow
Of an unending, ethereal spaceship
Unreal to this time and place.
And your symphony sings out loud
To the sky in which it sits
But they hear you not because, after all,
They’re entranced by the sight
And they’re shaking you down
Like I’d really love to.

-September 4, 2010 <3