To...

This is the first "Artistic Suicide"example. I just decided that I want to post the poem first, allow it to be read and then tell the story. I think that there will be a big difference in between a first reading and a possible second reading. Hopefully, it draws enough curiosity for further reading... Without further adieu

To...

A magnet was in my spine, the metal in your veins pulled me in.

Your lap held a skyline which danced and sang in unison, with the strokes drawn within.

My heart beat and bled. I felt your mercury enter my vertebrae. It was just a simple energy.

An irresistable contradiction.
A bitten lip and a smile.
A coy head movement.
A succeptible skeptic.

I felt you watching me. Everyone watched as we danced.

I didn't care, you seemed in disbelief. Why?

You could offer so much more to the world with that - than I could with what I believe

What courses through you should never leave forceably and will never - never be.

So why would you need me?
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One day as I was walking to the store with a friend and I walked past a girl. She was sitting on the ground outside of a store. The building recesses a bit further back than the other stores on the street so it's like walking out of a bottle neck. It was, to me, a strange place to be sitting. My friend would have kept walking, and did for a few paces, but I turned, feeling someone there.

I said "hi" to a girl whom I thought was cute. She happened to be very punk rock, piercings, chains, dark clothes and contrasting skin. She smiled a "hi" back as I knelt and questioned what she was doing. We had a short and revealing chat.

She was an art student, who didn't believe in schools, as she sat and drew what looked like the skyline of the surrounding buildings.

We spoke for a few minutes and there was a strange tension. The street was livelier than normal. Vendors were out of there stores, people lingered longer than you would in New York. Apparently, they felt something, the same way I felt this girl sitting in what I thought was an awkward spot.

As we spoke I introduced myself and she did as well. (The ellipses in the title are just for that purpose. I would hate if someone wrote about me and used my name and I didn't even know or give permission).

But as we shook hands I noticed scars...

I excused myself and went to the store just a few feet away allowing everyone to go about there business. "Nothing to see here folks." Then went back and spoke again shorlty. I told her I hoped to run into her again (which I did), and I kept telling her to stay happy. She seemed to enjoy the random guy showing interest and care and tuning in where 'normal' people would have just made her seem invisible. At the same time she seemed taken back by it and that made me feel like the invisible one.

And so...with her name kept privately..."To..."was written.