Use to be my novocaine
now you are the reason for the pain
may not hurt me on purpose
but it still hurts all the same.

Her lips
symmetry,
was spoken poetry,
written
perfectly.

Being,
addicted to an addict,
is an addiction in itself.
the more I fien for her,
the more I realize I need some help.
the more I become addicted to her,
the less I think about myself.
the harder I chase her,
the faster she runs away from herself.
the one thing I need in life  
is the only thing she takes away.

Of
all the things I have lost
I miss you
the most.

touch me
tease me
please me
need me
And be greedy
Let our ***
Work us into a frenzy
Don’t be stingy
Touch me
Tease me
please me
Need me
and don’t just say it
Mean it until I feel it
Save the fake for them
Give me the real ****
Let it seep into my soul
Until I feel it my spirit
and became one
with the sum
of the outcome

In the scarcity of sanity
I agreed to your insanity
Entrusted you with my sanity
And your betrayed it.
It’s a sacrifice of possibility
That you sacrificed so selfishly
I guess, what will never happen
Was never meant to be