I was kinetic
Tired, frenetic
Wasting alone in my room
Three years gone
You hooked my attention
I braced for affection
Flooded the halls
I was so blind to the care in your voice
All I could see was your hair and your throat
Gripping to sever my lack
I bit as deep as I could
I wanted your blood
Because it glowed with warmth
I just didn’t care anymore
Hope is an addict
Roaming the attics
Of memories long gone
Love is relentless
Lust is wreckless
I’m selfish to the core
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 4:11 AM UTC
I was kinetic
Tired, frenetic
Wasting alone in my room
Three years gone
You hooked my attention
I braced for affection
Flooded the halls
I was so blind to the care in your voice
All I could see was your hair and your throat
Gripping to sever my lack
I bit as deep as I could
I wanted your blood
Because it glowed with warmth
I just didn’t care anymore
Hope is an addict
Roaming the attics
Of memories long gone
Love is relentless
Lust is wreckless
I’m selfish to the core
9:30pm, June 10th 2014
Care does not equate to love. I hurt everyone I touch.
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