Depravity
Only solace is this blue ink
Scratching across this paper
Can reach but can’t touch…
Not in the right way
Stopped.
Music halted
Not while things are flowing
But the need is more than…
I can stand
Fingers itching
Wanting to cling, scratch, claw
Temps keep dropping
Nothing hot in here
Hating that I need you
But not caring what that means
Smart talk needs to be backed up
Actions have to be made
Steps have to be taken
But we don’t
We won’t
We can’t
And it’s killing me
3.15.15
From the first time I saw you I knew I was I going to have real and/ or imaginary sex with you
–Anonymous