Lipstick

I hear cries in the dead of night

I know I always fail to listen

My legs give up

My hands will shake

And I know my cup is empty

Many missed calls

Many unread texts

Because I don’t want to face

The ruing of my childish days

You wonder why I don’t return

I can’t find the words

I can’t find the empathy

To tell you I’ll never hear your voice

I’ll mourn the day I hear you cry

But only under my deepest shadow

I won’t respond

I won’t come back

When I stain my book and farewell

I have remorse

But no remorse

To the nights I cry to sleep

Only because my tears are the only thing

To cradle me in my sorrows

Selfish

I feel energy run when I think

Darkness surrounding me

Foreplay of my finale

Thoughts confuse me

From multiple perceptions

I may be selfish, you say

But have I ever been?

A selfless life

A life of interrogation

But what has ever been to my benefit?

I think to myself

It may be okay to be selfish

Just for this once

Because it would be the first time

And it would be the last time

Reason

I know my reason

When I hear the birds of a fall breeze

The brisk wind kissing my body

It reminds me

Life is a beautiful canvas of perception

Just as reason is

Reason is beautiful

Perception is beautiful

Life is beautiful