bedtime

I guess I should go to bed.
but I'm scared of the dark, and
the walls are making strange noises.

(I'm so jealous of your
tranquility
that I could tear your head off.
Don't come in here again.)

[ tragedy ]

it happens every time I think my life has taken a turn
 (for the better), when i let my guard down
 let you in-- 
here, the lights dim, the cherry blossoms fall-
but i'm really the one without defense, aren't i? 
         and underneath 
your quivering chest
 you hold the dagger-- i hate you

(one of these days
     i'll    stop lying to myself)