lust lost pain gained.i promised you the worldyou swore you only wantedlove, nothing's ever enoughis it.-you had the life thateverybody's asking for andyou threw it all away formindless gutter sex andeverything else.-i became worthless andyou're eyes grew a filterwhich was only good forblocking me out and lettingall the shit in.-you had the life thateverybody's asking for andyou threw it all away formindless gutter sex andeverything else no oneever wants.-you begged me to write youa song back then and i said ineeded hope to write something worth your while butnow i've got no hope andnothing i do is worth yourtime so i gave up and startedover.here you go.bitch.-you had the life thateverybody's asking for andyou threw it all away formindless gutter sex andeverything else. but now no onewants you and youcan't even sell yourself.
i can't find you.it's eight minutes till two and half past disappointment.-hello, it's me again, sitting here thinking about you. i have my knees tucked into my chest and my chin resting upon them. my hair is falling in my eyes and my heart is falling into the ground. my fingers have turned blue from the cold of writing your name over and over again in cursive in the broken dimensions of us. it took me a while to realize that no matter how many times i scribble your name with my feeble hands, you are not going to come back.and it scares me.because it is almost three o clock and i can see my own pain in the air in front of me.-hello, it's me. just one more time. and i'm lying here in the heat trying to find my way back to nowhere. i am bathing in the sonnet of our long forgotten songs and i have a river flowed by angst and heartbreak dripping down my temple. from chambers slow i recollect my body, one by one, until i am able to stand and walk and say that i'm fine when really i'm not. i am not oka
I'd be LyingI'd be lying if I saidthat your eyes were brighterthan the stars.Stars are made ofexploding gas that emitstheir bright color.Your eyes are madeof murky brownand emit nothingbut distaste.I'd be lying if I saidthat every time you kiss mebutterflies fly in my stomach.If there were butterfliesthen every time you kiss memy stomach would clenchand kill those butterfliesin one fatal swoop.I'd be lying if I saidthat your touch sentshivers down my spine.Your touch makes my skin crawland the only thing that makes me shiveris my own heart crackingunder the ice pick youinserted there.I'd be lying if I saidthat our relationship is madeof cliches.Cliches are only meant forthose who are truly in love.
LustI can smell your desire,I can feel the fever of your skin.I will try to acquireAll the skills to burn you from within.With a touch so gentle and mild,I'll abuse your innocent trust.With a gaze unruly and wild,I will raise your impetuous lust.