Painting with my tears
imperfect stars on the stone wall,
begging you mother, please,
catch them before they shatter and fall!
apologizing for you I\'m always reminding
of who they and he were before me,
but really it\'s myself apart im grinding:
it\'s all i could do to fix the asteroid i\'ve been destined to be.
shards and pieces of them and her,
spilled together in one fragile blue pot,
for you, with your sharp tongue, to stir,
while the universe i wish to be is left to rot
on some other corners of the studio\'s walls
that shape my growing desire
to be what wont leave you appalled,
to be as perfect as a star saphire.