Not all of us want to play games.
Some of us don't crave the fame.
I guess you think that's kind of lame.
That maybe in this world we bein' tame.
But this life is like a flowing drain,
you gotta do what keeps you sane.

From this man I can see
That the word of the Truth,
Is a much better decree
Than the word of the sleuth.

Much like Keats I find the only raw and concrete
Are these all-knowing words.
These I cannot delete or defeat,
So I let them fly from me like birds.

I cannot exist without my words.
I believe this is my path,
And through the unknown woods
I let my pain fuel my wrath.

I cannot bear to think what this world will become
If we don’t follow our calling.
What would be of Keats, so glum,
Had he not written from what he was brawling?

Wondering how he got dealt this hand in life
I realized this was not a curse,
That the ones who get dealt the hand of strife
Are able to craft the most beautiful verse.

I have this aching, gnawing hunger,
it just won't seem to pass.
Why can't I ever find a fix,
the fullness never lasts.

I binge on *** and purge with shame,
it's become a sick, twisted little game.

I was always taught that holding hands,
is something from a lover.
How can you kiss my head, and nose,
but say you don't care without a stutter?

Since when did staring longingly into eyes,
become a mask or some disguise?

What is the truth, tell me, does it exist anymore?
If a guy kisses me, holds me, caresses me,
then shows me the door.

Is there a realness, does it exist?
These things cause so much bliss.

But they're just a fix, to numb my hunger.
For REAL love, affection, lust, and desire.
What is real affection, is it out there?
This ******* is causing too much to bear.

I'm starving, I'm aching, please stop doing this to me.
For my heart is too big, too big for there to be no love to be.

I have wild dreams.
But I am a coward who cannot strive to complete any of them.
I want to be everything and I want to be nothing at all.
I don’t want to be scared of my dreams
and I do not want to be scared of my beliefs.
I should embrace them.
I do not want to care if people will like me or not.
I do not want to play games.
Games are for children,
and although I want to remain a child forever,
children do not want the kind of love that I want.
The brutal, raw, passionate, beautiful, breath taking,
crazy, intense, spiritual, amazement where nobody knows what the **** is going on with you
because you are so enthralled in another soul and another human being that everything else seems to stop and go and stop.
Games are not to be played.