Rare Symmetry

You're the perfect patient

Sick inside and out

Rare symmetry truly wasted

A weak appetite stuck in your mouth

Poor Jane Doe

You don't know who you are

But strangers blush when you walk by

As if their blood needs to see you

As much as I do

You're the perfect patient

Sick inside and out

And I know how you long to exist invisibly

Or at least mirrorless

Poor Jane Doe

I honestly don't know where you are

I searched every room

It was only echoes

You're the perfect patient

Sick inside and out

I can't be your medication

Or your therapist's couch

You paint the walls of your life white

Your pain becomes a gallery

The hardest parts works of art