i feel repulsed by your touch
do you just want to use my love for your selfish needs
what do i mean to you?

what happens when you loose control of your avatars
when they become an entity in and of themselves
who am i and which version of myself am i
switching through to find which persona i want to wear
tearing myself apart from the inside out
what am i doing and what have i done
so many lies I've told, what isn't one
I'm losing who i am
can't tell which is truly me
someone help me get a grip on reality

decaying roses sitting in a vase
astonishing words come from your pen but your lips are stitched up
you make me have butterflies in my stomach, at display at all times
it seems like I'm an exhibit; please stare straight through my ribcage
sipping slowly on some nice red wine
a picnic during a thunderstorm
your glance shoots through me
like the harsh strike of a lightning bolt
your kiss on my neck leaves dark purple bruises
tracing all the way to my pursed lips
your puppy dog eyes and my ever so fluttering heart
please, just tell me what you want
do you want all this to be directed at you?
force my hands, tell me what to do
my attention time and heart
all
taken up
by you