you vile of lust,
contained liquid belligerence.
how you instigate my future regrets
in all senses of the term.

burning away boredom at best,
a touch of carelessness and freedom.
and at worst causing obsession
with my failure to pursue desire.

faux self-confidence and heightened hopes.
its just pretend time for adults.
like sliding into dreams
unconsciously without meaning

and while i try to resist
all the impulses and reactions,
it makes me feel natural
like anything can happen