I.
She takes pictures
To try to hold in things
She is afraid she'll never remember.
Beautiful hideous people
With candy-coated lips
And powder-clogged sinuses
They mean her no harm,
She tells herself
Through the two way mirror
With the mad, mad hatter
And the ever-crushing grin.
This is love.
Or so she hears.
Giving yourself to another
Endlessly
Wholly
Unquestioningly.
And when he gives back
With fingers and hips
Sugar-coated lips
She knows
That the box in the closet
Behind all the books
Will forever be kind
Oh,
So
Very
Kind
In helping her to never
Ever
Forget.