the ones who want to see you
be around you
hear what you have to say to what they have to say to what you have to say
to join the part of you they keep with them
with what is left of you
and if no one visits,
look inside
green. green green green green green.
I've painted myself into a corner
now I turn around and paint the corner
leaving footprints and indistinguishable marks
all over my life so far
good only
If I could split myself in two
into the one who loves me
and the one who is me
who else would I need
not you