Drunken rage...
is not the way to go.

right.

I can't help but feel,
that somehow.

In this twisted heap of simplicity...

its my fault.

The way I long for you,
is inexplicably
disgusting.

and you're mine.

I cannot fathom what it feels,
to not actually have you.

Cause,
its buried burnt deep,
in the core of my mind...


somewhere in the past...

somewhere in the blackest, hungriest
Chasm where all their blue eyes
open door smiles, soul ripping melodies
invisible insecurities, and inviting, devilishly
beautiful
faces live and breathe. Somewhere.

says I don't deserve love.

or perhaps Im just whining...
because I'm selfish.

just like everyone else on this joy--
ash ridden planet.

But, is it?
is it selfish to ask you...

to share breath with me,
for all the days of my life.

Because, when I look at you,
before you can even greet the day.

I see the children I never even
Wanted
to have.

Call me selfish. Then.