I know it hurts, but...

 
 
 
if I buy a piano, would
you compose music
so sad that the
melancholy is
crushing?
 
if I point out a falling  
star, would you lie
and say it's the
spirit of God
fleeing a
decaying  
heaven?
 
if I ask for sugar,
would you give me
a spoonful of
quinine?
 
if I ask for peace,
would you give
me death?
 
beginning are futile  
because endings
never end.
 
there's a stain on the  
carpet that cannot  
be cleaned up...
 
that everyone  
pretends  
not to
see.