I made a person for you
so you could love me back
though it never happens
the way I thought it would.

Plans are meant to be
ripped apart from the
dotted line and
tossed away to the birds to pick at.

I was a skeleton once
and I sold my bones to
meet a person like you and I just
tear you in half
and devour what I can because

these things just don't happen the way they were supposed to.

( underneath smiling. )

Hm. I always make new journals. They all remain pointless. I guess I'll use this for my art and to stalk different communities.
Ho hum.