Michael Says...

Michael says I can’t hurt myself
Because if I pressed the blade into my skin, 
I’d slit the very walls of his heart—
He’s selfish like that. 

Michael says that when I cry, 
My eyes look like glittering stars
And Michael says that 
When two soul’s fuse 
They become one
Which mean’s pain is never exclusive,
So that's why he wipes my tears away,
To ease his own misery.
I told you, Michael’s conceited like that.

Michael says I’m not allowed to die yet,
Because who would polish the diamond? 
How dare I let it be pawned by thieves?
Never displayed in its
Full glory winking by the light from my finger? 
Hidden in the mud of a rainy day? 
Trampled under foot! What a disgrace it would be
For me to cast it into the purgatory 
Of forgotten value! 
And it's true. Wedding rings are branded for eternity
Like that rainbow orb they are,
“Till death do us part” Michael says “is underestimating
Me. Death can wait till I am good and ready, and beyond...” 
And besides, Michael says I need to polish the ring
Because he can’t do it without me. 
So I put the gun down every time.
Michael’s devious like that. 

Michael says he can’t dream alone, he can’t. 
He says that if I’m not in his arms 
He runs into a grey wall in his sleep
Where there’s no going beyond, and no color at all.
Michael says I am the color to his plaid world
And so he holds me all the night long
Even when the snot from my running nose
Trips onto his arm, or my cough is the endless
cacophony of scrapping crows, or the bucket 
At the end of the bed is filled to the brim 
With rancid bile—
Michael says he must dream 
And I am his dream. 
Michael’s possessive like that.

Michael says to always give them the benefit of the doubt…
    — I fling dollar bills out my window to the hobo on the street.

Michael says that everyone has a voice
— I listen to the words in rap music now.

Michael says not to talk too bright, but be the wise 
— I ain’t never used a proper sentence.

Michael says he does it all for Karma
But Michael says that love is a sacrifice
That may never be rewarded. 
He’s hypocritical like that.

Michael says I can’t hurt myself
Because if I pressed the blade into my skin, 
I’d slit the very walls of his heart...

Michael so wrong in every way, is the light I see by dawn each day.