Her appetite is endless,
As she eats your insides, licking her fingers,
Smiling cooly, calmly,
A nightmare forever committed to your mind.

2 am is the hardest
when your mind is racing
your heart is hurting
and
your fingertips are longing
for one more
touch,
grab,
feel,
hold.
so you convince yourself
that your hands are his
and you try to make yourself
feel how he
made you feel
but somehow, you
keep coming up short

You know my interests,
My hobbies and passions,
You know what I look like,
And you think I'm attractive.

You know my routines,
You can call my bluff,
You know all the facts,
And you think that's enough.

But knowing about me
Isn't knowing me at all,
If you're afraid to go deep,
How far could you fall?

There's no satisfaction,
In facts or rapport,
Or scripted conversation,
I'm yearning for more.

I want to be known
To the depths of my soul
I'm so tired of surface,
So tired of shallow.

I'm ready to risk it,
So come grab my hand,
And we'll jump together,
Into the deep end.

People always ask me
Why I'm always so happy
Well my answer is
That someone's gotta be

Who else can I count on
When I need motivation
Or cheered up or calmed down
Or to ease my frustration?

People always ask me
Why I care so much
Well my answer is
No one else cares enough

Who else can I count on
To care about my day
Or to absorb my feelings
Or hear what I have to say?

Other's aren't concerned
And they don't need to be
No one can do it better
So I'll care about me.

You're all you need
And you are enough
You're all you're promised
And you're all you've got

People come and go
So stop depending
And take time to create
Your own happy ending.