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

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From the first time I saw you I knew I was I going to have real and/ or imaginary sex with you

–Anonymous