i am unsure of why i

have this burning desire

to let myself implode

to get completely inebriated and

take my clothes off

i am a hypocrite

and a little bit of a ****.

you have all you need,

a loving family,

a paying job

good looks, good mind

playing with a drug called

perfection

its like this high

you get a taste of

once or twice

and then you are always

reaching, reaching

to meet that sweet sufficiency again

you’ll never touch it.

but we are all stellar

down to the empty spaces

that make us whole

just not quite healthy

no, i am ill

fall in love with the moon light and

writhe the night away

when i was younger i

used to think i could control the wind

but now i know

i am the wind