Your desire is elsewhere. For who am I to be longed for. Aches echo in my hollow chest. Blood cakes on the walls and my heart, frightened, wonders why it is all alone. Like a dog on a leash it lunges and hungers so desperately for what it wants. Yet, here we are alone. You do not want me, for I would know. You do not want me, for your eyes would show. Each breath I breathe chips paint from my shallow beating heart. I feel the flakes fall to the pit in my stomach. You could not like me for if you tried the dog may be let loose leaving you no where to hide
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 2:10 AM UTC
Your desire is elsewhere. For who am I to be longed for. Aches echo in my hollow chest. Blood cakes on the walls and my heart, frightened, wonders why it is all alone. Like a dog on a leash it lunges and hungers so desperately for what it wants. Yet, here we are alone. You do not want me, for I would know. You do not want me, for your eyes would show. Each breath I breathe chips paint from my shallow beating heart. I feel the flakes fall to the pit in my stomach. You could not like me for if you tried the dog may be let loose leaving you no where to hide
