Expected To Believe

"clever words on pages turn to fragments, circles, points and lines, 
and cover them like carpets, with graceful,
meaningless ornamental designs 
come quick, you light that knows no evening
come, alone to the alone
I have a thousand half-loves well worth leaving for to take your madness home,
and you dance inside my chest where no on sees you,
but sometimes I see you
rejoice, the cleansing of my lips
rejoice, salvation of my soul
but I still have a thousand half-loves
(oh my god, I want to shoot myself just thinking about it)
and you think I don't mean what I say?
well I mean every word I say.
I threw a small stone down at the reflection of my image in the water,
and it altogether disapperared.
I burst, as it shattered through me like a bullet through a bottle,
and I'm expected to believe that any of this is real."