thinking of you reminds me of your skin which reminds me of how much I loved feeling it with mine which reminds me of how much I let you use me which reminds me of all the reasons why I don't think I like you which reminds me of all the reasons why I am sure I like you

I miss the stickiness of your skin; the tiny mountains and hills lining and peaking up on every different realm of your flesh; the soft, homelike feel of your radiating warmth filling the room from ceiling to floor with calming and loving air; your breath replenishing my pores and lungs keeping me still and free



....funny that i no longer have you but honestly i dont know if i ever did

i dont know how to deal with my feelings but i know i dont want to be sad because its ******* lame and even more depressing i'd rather be angry but then i dont know what to do with my anger and there is no way i am turning back into the dark so here i am writing with fury about how ******* people are yes i am fragile and yes i am aware that you are aware and yes i know you led me on and yes i am now aware you have someone else but really ******* i am not a small fragile flower i am a huge ******* animal and i will destroy you but then again the little pet will come out of me and eventually i will love you all over again and feel bad again and again oh anything to keep me from feeling bad again or even feeling anything at all this isnt even a ******* poem

why do i feel like i cant live without you

there is a pit in my body that you fill

if you leave it will all spill out

and i wont be anything at all

you make all of my dreams come true