Ryoko

Who's this girl your dreams chase after?
Who's this vision in my head?
She's a mess of TV static-
Shines like gold and sinks like lead. 
Sometimes she's so sweet and loving,
Sometimes shes a wicked brat
Dreaming leaves her skin so empty
that the trees seem full with fat.
When I think, she always listens,
and she has no knack for fear.
I once watched her kick her feet up
on a boring teacher's chair.
She drinks love like we drink water
and it makes her tears so sweet.
When she sweats she glows with it
like she were glass instead of meat.
Maybe she's a witches pet-
though none could hold her in their claws-
Even life is not her master.
If she wants to swim, she does.
And if she wants to die, she will, 
and no logic or hope could sway her,
She is always on an edge:
only ever almost there
Even when you touch her.
So there's sorrow in your heart.
She feels like hallucinating and you
slowly
fall
apart.