My ivory bones

drip like acid on this polluted region.

Take notice of my braided eyes.

My privilege to you is worn.

And I miss yesterday-when no matter what, you stood by me.

And no matter what I always believed what you said to be the only truth.

Sadness

is that I can't let go.

But how can I

when fate runs you into me.

Body breaking collisions,

that I would give my life to be able to ignore.

Sympathy

is the moan

that you cried

long ago

while standing in your golden shoes.

I can't let go

Why?

Sensibility

would have been

the robber

who left my heart intact

and not shattered on the stage

that still you play your roles on.

That I once played with you.

Sacrifice

is the number written on your face

that called you

so far away from mine.

I hate you,

if hatred is love.

And love is

sadness

sympathy

sensibility

sacrifice.