Every day
may not be good,
but there is always
some good to be found
in every day.

The same can be said
of practically anything.

If you can't find it,
make it.
Once it's there:
nurture it.

it's not that you don't care
it's that you constantly pretend
as though I'm blind to it
that's what hurts most

in the moment
but also one step ahead of it

I'm not a bad person or so I thought
It's just this urge
An itch
On skin so taught
A scab that lies upon my arm
All dried and red with scorn

Just like you now laying there
Naked flesh
A tempting fare
Unable to talk
Let alone scream
Don't look like that its not a dream

My hand I'll guide around your form
Such tender skin like silk adorned
A mannequin of silence
Born

Your ******* exite in a way I might
Cut you just a little bit
My heart beats fast
I cannot last
The humiliation
I give now

So close your eyes my pretty scab
And let me scratch that itch
Just lay still and let me feel
Your my ******* *****

You are my coffee
Not just in the morning
You keep me awake even at night
With thought of you that's never ending