-for the one who listens
I look to you vowing my hate
when of course I mean I love you
and it came out wrong, backward
in my heart, in my art, I mean you.
I can say aphasicaly I hate you
with a deep longing for anger
and you turn to me a life, I mean a light,
I mean your face, I mean your song.
Then also I have it wrong again.
Except when I say your name: Lasara.