Weave a new start for this wasted heart,
And set fire to what is left of my bones.
I never truly owned this anyway--
Alas, I was fine this way (I lie).
You gave me something to consider
With no intention of leaving me bitter.
I guess you may not understand it, but--
But, let me be clear.
I love (and fear) when people come near me.
Affection is a condition beyond norm.
I always have to perform to achieve
A physical feeling I didn't believe in.
Love is a fable for us unaccustomed
To sweet, stable, abled affection,
And it was conditional for me.
Every touch required a fee.
I am no perfectionist; no, I am a mess.
I am shredded silk and soured milk,
And twine twisted around fingers.
Have you ever kissed a cactus?
You never asked for this.
Why are you still here?
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 9:24 PM UTC
Weave a new start for this wasted heart,
And set fire to what is left of my bones.
I never truly owned this anyway--
Alas, I was fine this way (I lie).
You gave me something to consider
With no intention of leaving me bitter.
I guess you may not understand it, but--
But, let me be clear.
I love (and fear) when people come near me.
Affection is a condition beyond norm.
I always have to perform to achieve
A physical feeling I didn't believe in.
Love is a fable for us unaccustomed
To sweet, stable, abled affection,
And it was conditional for me.
Every touch required a fee.
I am no perfectionist; no, I am a mess.
I am shredded silk and soured milk,
And twine twisted around fingers.
Have you ever kissed a cactus?
You never asked for this.
Why are you still here?