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No, He said.

I want you
wanting.

I want to taste the miracle of your desperation,
need,
lick the sweet sweat of tense from the hairline well hid
on the back of your pleasuring neck.

I need your needing constant completion,
but not succeeding.

The airborne aroma of your desires are fiery, arousing,
stimulus sensating me by the unending beauty of dissatisfaction,
this virus desirous, infection, makes my perpetual wanting  
for an incomplete perfect woman,
forever seeking betterment,
perfectly complete.

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Memories eating me day by day
trying my hardest to be okay,
I just want the darkness to go away...
standing here, under stars so far.
Tell me who they are, tell me why do we go to the world instead
stuck to land unable to understand
why the stars can be free, but it's so impossible for me...
laying here wishing I was dead, all the insecurities rushing through my head
time and time again I will find memories will climb my spine
even when I try to look fine they eat me alive,
to the point I just want to dive off the tallest building I could find
just so the voices clear from my mind,
a moment of serenity for an eternity of darkness, all the pain and emotions I harness.
why is it like this? the world fighting me?...
What will it take to finally be free
free of the fear of not knowing what's next,
whether you'll find yourself, or just become another text
telling the people who care that you're never coming home
knowing that eternally they'll be alone
a hole in their heart to tear them apart.
wouldn't it be great, if no one had to leave
wouldn't it be great, if things were okay...

moon time
star shine
echoes in my bones
can't feel my toes
hearing your voice is a shot of adrenaline
and not the good kind
my body rattles through the silence
and meteors shower my soul
memories are too raw to call
but they come without beckoning
in flashes meteors tear through the atmosphere
and i lay immobile as they become a camera shutter
one flash... and there is your smile, a lopsided grin