i am unsure of why i
have this burning desire
to let myself implode
to get completely inebriated and
take my clothes off
i am a hypocrite
and a little bit of a ****.
you have all you need,
a loving family,
a paying job
good looks, good mind
playing with a drug called
perfection
its like this high
you get a taste of
once or twice
and then you are always
reaching, reaching
to meet that sweet sufficiency again
you’ll never touch it.
but we are all stellar
down to the empty spaces
that make us whole
just not quite healthy
no, i am ill
fall in love with the moon light and
writhe the night away
when i was younger i
used to think i could control the wind
but now i know
i am the wind