I am so incredibly dissatisfied.
With my family,
my lover,
my life,
and myself.

All things that used to sate the hunger,
to feel something,
have ceased to conjure any reaction.
My heart,  
once erupting with passion and purpose
now lays dormant at my feet.

So  I cater to these emotional addictions,
like a ****** looking for their next fix.

I need more.


Hurt me
          **** me
                    Use me
                         then
Make sure you leave me,
you'll be doing both of us a favor.

And I will put back all of the p i e c e s      
I always liked puzzles.
Cutting up something beautiful
for leisure.