and when i think no one misses me
i think again
clearer this time
because the people that do not miss me
just show they never cared
a week later and you are right back
to her
like i am dust
and maybe in your eyes i am nothing
but that
the people that do miss me
ask me how i am
how i have been
where i want to be
the people that miss me
do not tell me they love me
they show it
with ways greater than words or actions
i was blinded by your
pursed lips
and the way you said my name
i closed a door in their face
and left it wide open for you
which was a big mistake
but when you walked away
know i cried
and when you didnt come back
until you needed something
know i was happy
because
i realized
you mean nothing
except for a
soul and a body
i do not
want to interact with
anymore

as horrible as it may sound
you mean nothing
nothing
to me.

Relentless Desire,
The worst kind of hunger.
Tears follow every moment of ecstasy,
I grieve for my unassuaged lust.
I long for you in delirium,
Pull at my own skin, disturbed
by another pull within.
I am angered by helpless want
Raking my nails across sheets sodden ,
Soaked with desperate dreams,
Staring for hours at an addicts face
Hollow, ashen, hungry, sad
Afraid.