Closet Secret; Lust
-scytsophrenia
Breathe with the air,
that freezes…
…for a pose.
-Beauty
Signify my significance,
am I worth your time?
I sure hope to please you.
-don’t let me down
I dried my hands,
from the fountain of youth.
I think it’s time now to…
…extend my welcoming…
…By taking your hand in enjoyment.
- May I have this dance please?
Your movement is so swift,
you glide softly across the floor.
You bring an urgent blush,
to my tickled facial glands.
It takes forty-two muscles,
in a face to frown.
While it only takes one gesture…
…From you to sweep me off my feet.
-a smile
What a beautiful sight…
…your smile brings to my heart.
It burns at times though;
when you feel lost…
…and you lean on someone else.
-For comfort
Am I not good enough;
for your deviant love…
…that blossoms more luminous,
than a flower during tanning time.
-Wait I think I worded my feelings wrong
Let me re-phrase that.
Your love is so rare…
…yet I was special enough to find it.
Others flail in an instant…
…with no patience as they’re virtue.
Feel the wave of emotion,
crash the mid rock that stays afloat.
-Depression
A recession I can not bare…
…seems as judgment day is always;
two steps ahead of me.
But you play a mystery role…
…you seem interested but then;
another love turns to bite the dust
-again
-ANGER
-FRUSTRATION
When will this whirlwind of…
…melancholy biddings stop in care.
I stay on this carousel ride;
-PATIENTLY
Waiting for you,
to come rescue me with your love.
I stay disoriented;
Burdened with your emotion…
…that seems to attract my devotion;
Yet despair waits gruelingly to pounce…
…On the first sight of weakness from me.
-You
I bleed my tension;
through a leakage in my cranium.
-my brain cells seem dead
I hate it when you play possum to my emotions.Why do you, do this to me?
I don’t know wha…
SHUT UP… YOU KNOW!
you fake your devotion and then;
rape me of my thoughts…
…and burn them with no mercy for me to…
…NOT know what is going on.
-How do you do it
Ever catch yourself at times;
doing crazy things that just feel so right
-and relieving
Yeah… same here; I get those a lot,
especially when I get so tarnished with depression.
It’s like I crave so bad for that ounce;
of confusion and that split second of when I feel…
…like another person in this world.
Geez…
…what a rush
-yelling at myself
Cutting my bare skin is fascinating…
…seeing the layer of blood spill out;
In a structured- orderly fashion…
… all over my skin.
-Like spilled ink on paper
Drawing the exact way I feel;
And for once I feel special and wanted.
-All this confusion for you
Yet… I can’t get a simple notice;
A simple recognition or acknowledgment…
..to show that you actually pay attention or care.
I try so hard…
…but it always turns to hit me thrice with a malice
-of aggression
So much for love…
…yet I remain at the same spot I met you.
I still catch myself taking the route…
…that passes your house.
Hoping to actually;
run in to you for a light conversation.
-If possible
I guess not…
(Sighs)
I lay at rest with your radiant appearance;
shocking me with new dreams and fantasies…
…of me and you… well not me and you- but yeah
-If that even makes any sense
I close my eyes…
…falsely waiting for you to come and rescue me.
So, I stay at ease…
…hoping you will come just replaying;
waves rushing ashore the sand that stays calm.
Well to tell the truth it reminds me…
…of us- I guess; Our relationship.
-we both never made a move.
