insecure & confused
faced with
having to choose
whether to
remain a fool
or be lonely
& craving for more.

im screaming for release
from the voices telling me
i ******* **** at everything

im just so tired.

silky skin
soft to your touch.
greet my satin,
render your rough
a new section
into my sins.
lack of fine lines
where love begins.

fare well to walls fell through
subtle cracks in the foundation.
simple trick to overlook it
in sacrifices for socialization.
lesson learned, confidence burned;
ill have to take a different approach now.
new opportunities are reaching for me
and to rules ill better bow down.

in  sleepy  haze*
i  see  my  days
unwind  into
solely  craving  *you

empty texts;
stalling for
the words we
lack to actually
say,
standing for
the longed after
trio: i-miss-you,
that we have forbade
after we gave away
what was built
and what was made
on our ground.

i crave the
i-miss-yous
and i crave
your scent
and your touch
but dont mistake me:
not the recent, but
i crave the touch you
once possessed, when you
invested in the rest
of your life.
instead of your now
obsessed, depressed touch;
addicted, submitted,
your desperate touch
for acception of
all of your regrettable acts;
for acception of all your
acquired repulsive habits
ruining you.

oh  baby ,  dont  you  see  they're  ruining  you?