needles and pins
if not now then when
a thought makes me wince
i loathe myself for needing
to be high for this
and thinking about him
might not give into my whims
but it's not a good way of thinking
staring out but lost deep within
hearing nothing but the wind
phantasizing fingertips
i feel shame for dreaming so freely
but then again
i'll never touch another skin
so does it even count as sin
if you knew, would you leave me?
i'm scared that i might be evil sometimes
my mind flies further than my body.
can you ever know someone other than yourself?
it's hidden somewhere i hope you dont find.
would you even know what to look for?
did you ever check the bottom drawer?