Why is it that something so wrong can feel so right?
Is it because we want something we can’t have?
Or that we currently have something we don’t want?
Questioning everything we have because of new possibilities
Yearning for more whilst wondering if there is anything for us…

Passing through the unknown was beautifully tragic
The thrill, the chase
I got high from the thought alone
When it happened… perfection
His touch illuminated my mind
Subtle yet significant marks on my skin
Happiness

Time passes
The air alone begins to suffocate me
Family, friends
Their eyes speak louder than their harsh words
Each glare pierces through my skin and into my heart
Why did I do this?
Stupidity, ignorance

Steady judgments begin to define me
Nowhere to run, to hide
Supporters have doubts
Loneliness

Remorse consumes me
Yet regret yields far from my mind
For how could I regret the moment I’ve hoped for my entire life?

Anger
Apologies
Tears
… *Lust