3 05 AM
uninspired
vacant
regret
are you
what your future self
had always hoped to be?
is there any beauty left for you to see
at the sight of me?
nothing has ever been as easy
as wanting you.
I've never known how to get along with my thoughts.
how have I become so wasted?
where has all the passion gone?
and why I can't I come up with
a better word than passion?
words can no longer explain
this subtle torment
******* this lifeless room
******* this settling comfort
******* my senseless tongue
jaded youth
fickle heart
holding back
from who know's what
not me.
not me, again.
contemporary ****-up
sitting still on the amber picket bench
in the center portrait of your ruffled mind
the sound of our heavy breathing
creeps past my skin
every whispering sigh a memory left for me to dwell on
you said you wanted me, an enigma
I was a mystery
it was a mystery
it was the mystery you wanted
not me
not me
it was the need
to be wanted
to be needed
to be mended
my limbs, paper figurines
your eyes, story-telling gypsies
desire
slowly unfolds
like lotus flowers
both so naive
desperately
trying to be free
from sentiment

I know you felt it
I know you feel it, too
When the night comes sooner
and your inbox is empty