I sat, solitary in a bar, trying to drink away your cold hand, from my shoulders. Last night, I watched my psychic, tear you limb from limb, and I loved it, as much as I love you. Loving you, is dressing up in my best, and drowning. You want me, but you want me to…

I fall apart but nobody can tell, because my mother raised me well, and I was seeking the stage, since I could speak, so, like a Boy Scout, I was always prepared. The show must go on, after all, so, I slip a smile on my face, tell everyone, including myself, that every aching word,…