afraid n in silence looking at those in luv...
having someone to hold so close to the rush...
damn it would be nice to feel something worth a fuck...
only if self could open up...
thoughts fling images of smiles out into daydreams...
wondering if the heart had a chance would the chosen one eventually leave...
fear chills in solitude yet never freezes the need...
allowing wants to feed on tears falling from secrets that breathe...
saddened gestures hide in mirrors behind closed doors...
for some reason pleasure is always aching for so much more...
scared of being touched is the skin shying away from attractions not to be explored...
causing problems within the depths of the emptied core...
deprived of a friend the walking nightmare is shoved away one at a time...
horrified by the emotion reaching for intent beneath the night...
all that self can remember is how it hurt jus past the sighs...
now shunning those who feel a moment to bring me to life...
craving to be alone with me as i'd rather not become the chance to hear even more lies...
saying fuck the games for it's safer to remain without the overflow of pain...
yet, how desires miss the comfort of the sound of a single name...
jus to be taken advantage of by another so called gain...
guess the bettering of off is simpler to stay away...
but the void continues to grow the older i get...
pulling with a push in quiet times spent...
listening to the pounding of the heart as a threat...
distraught n agitated by the reoccurring taste of the emotional outlets...
as the await drags out to see if a witness is to gather the scars...
oh the curiosity of relations is too much to be considered a work of art...
lost in the balance of being terrified by desperation showing the guard...
building the wall higher than before every time goodbyes loosens their charm...
seems a few were set free i should've held on to...
now sitting in the stillness of what's left of me in this room...
drifting on the depiction on my own face smiling as a fool...
i believe if the mind won't ease up the hope is doomed...
as the pieces of happiness isn't as pure as they once was...
feeling the frustration frightening gestures n flipping birds at the tenderness of lusts...
going without the whole package for attachments cling to cheeks that blush...
willing to land is a struggle to wind up cuddling a body flush...
in the lack there of it's hard to decipher who's who...
shying from the blooming of fresh cut dead flowers leaving the roots...
telling self it ain't worth the heartache of beauty being groomed...
n somehow the linger still settles under the nerves trying to attempt even a sexual groove...
there may not be an answer for the way i feel like i ain't good enough...
forgetting the meaning of a lil word like trust...
diving in to the reason to invade the space of a crush...
as getting close jus isn't an option due to the haunting of giving no fucks...
to resume where i died would be to resurrect the belief in others...
moving with the trembles it takes to get tangled up with a luv'r...
twisting ligaments in a wrap fighting off the heat trapped removing the covers...
as it's heartless to be so carefree of the natural state of what's to be discovered...
panic rushes the scene when the signs of harm appear...
forbidding the satisfactions as suspicions come near...
looking for any n everything to go wrong jus to flee from the cheer...
knowing what follows is a shadow to disappear as the face is to be smeared...
doubt brings life to the phobia of being dismissed...
not wanting to ball fists as if expectations are to get pissed...
creating a new list to check so unreasonable likes cannot seem to exist...
all bcuz anxiety remembers the chaos that has the tummy squeamish...
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