love song to a mad girl.

i look at you

standing there in your thin gauze

that the past bestows

and how you dragged your dictionary into darkness

and sent telegraphs back

like brief pen-and-ink

with only enough definition

to draw a blueprint for the prison

that our imagination later builds

and how it towers

i see you watching the world

from the gates of abandoned hope

and i wonder how still in the midst of this

you have created this bitter beauty

that stuns and numbs my tongue

and then like fire reawakes my brain 

shooting splinters of shock till i must fight

or run from this whole world 

that i see by your side

thank you for seeing.

i wish i could have saved you.