the urge to be loved is slowly turning me savage.

expectations turned desolation,
you knew initially nothing more could be found.
still,
you allow tears to form
as your stomach turns
at the harsh realization
that nothing more can be found...
-
stop pouring yourself empty
into the cups of whom has no intention to replenish.

you like when i function,
don't you…
you like when my walls open up,
when i'm soft
and not rough,
destined for touch,
not in a rush...
-
you despise when i get upset,
don't you…
cover your eyes when i disconnect,
or when i get protective,
but if i cant protect my space
or whats too close in connection,
i start reflecting
then projecting
energies essential
but they **** up the flow,
so i forgive and let go,
then i grow.
-
i grow and grow,
i'm way up high.
i might out-grow you.

i think its so cool what we did with the world;
innovated & expanded,
creation turned creator.
-
i think its so cruel what we did with the world;
innovated & expanded,
drained the life out of the planet.
obsessive need to gain of physical,
while still leaving empty handed...
-
still its cool how certain flow & process
can restore
and heal itself.
its cool to witness life form in death
innocence form from threat,
awaiting patiently,
what's next...