breaking eggs

is a confident thing

You can't come at it delicately 

or hesitate 

you have to know what you’re trying to do 

She doesn’t know 

that plants scream if you cut them too 

if I tell her 

she won’t want to be vegan any more 

and who is that 

if not another Santa at the door ?

Another illusion shed 

is still a little death

I don’t want to be 

the killer of her dreams

( a bearer of bad news )

How many truths 

can someone 

( can love ) live through?