i sit on the sideline and watch as the models waltz through their reality, their undeniable beauty, their lustful being. i am the once parted jealous, quin-parted brilliance and the thrice parted energetic poet of an unique world full of caution; the one in my mind. you can shoot me up in a glass and add caring to taste, they call me dolefulutter. they say don't overindulge. whoever "they" are, they're right. i might look away, disappear and leave you longing while i remain ignorant of such feelings. i will be open but won't put out any signs so you won't know what i feel... i will smile and hope you see it in my eyes. but my eyes are tricky, they shine for you. one day i will get tired of looking and grab one of those models, open their heads and rip out their thoughts but i'll let them keep their empty brains. you might be disgusted by the view, but it will be real as real can be and i won't care since i'll have your attention but not your thoughts. don't forget that hearts are good filters for these things. i will kiss your lips and you might pull away... or you might stick your tongue down my throat but that's up to you love.