Everybody's looking for the next in line to love
pass through the arms of the one before
not even a glance back at what was
just a forward stare
a thirst for the unknown
I stand behind
with the same thirst
a hunger that cannot be satisfied
a devotion to rejection
a lust for hurt
it cannot be quit
an addictive sedative
put me on pause
as you continue forward
consuming anything within reach
in a stand still i cannot reach you
my thin fingers curl inward
scared to give something away
don't want to purge every feeling
so
I stand behind
forgotten
but still craving
a need
that will never be satisfied.