visions

fool

you! fool who

only saw me for what i was;

for the paint on my nails

and the bumps in my chest

and the length of my hair.

you! fool who

thought i was no more than a girl;

that i had no more feeling than

that of love of you.

you! fool who

thought you could play me

the same way you play that piano;

thought you could break me just by

taking that other girl's

hand, you fool!

you fool!

you were right.