these words spread out,
in letters left but not forgotten
on screens that light up lonely rooms
praying silently
that you will read a deeper meaning
confessions and obsessions
longing for recognition
but in the end
it's more than that
it's thirsting for
enigmatic connection
lusting after
someone
anyone
to unravel
and in turn
to unravel me
someone who won't believe me
when I'm lying to myself
someone who will disentangle
the shadowed shambles
that haunt my bones
I pine for
a soul
to comprehend the corners of my mind
to memorize the knots along my spine
in the end
I cannot fathom
why any soul would try
Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 3:32 AM UTC
these words spread out,
in letters left but not forgotten
on screens that light up lonely rooms
praying silently
that you will read a deeper meaning
confessions and obsessions
longing for recognition
but in the end
it's more than that
it's thirsting for
enigmatic connection
lusting after
someone
anyone
to unravel
and in turn
to unravel me
someone who won't believe me
when I'm lying to myself
someone who will disentangle
the shadowed shambles
that haunt my bones
I pine for
a soul
to comprehend the corners of my mind
to memorize the knots along my spine
in the end
I cannot fathom
why any soul would try
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