i feel dead in the water, floating in the 3am light.
write exactly what you think of me on my fingers. i want everything i touch to know how you see me.
selfish as i pick up the knife.
cowardly as i unscrew the cap of the antiseptic cream.
so fucking confused as i shake uncontrollably-because everything i do must have a meaning.
pathetic as the shower stings tomorrow.
before you come i am broken.
when will you come?
i'm waiting for my perfect one.
the one who will be mine to love.
carry my words away as the heavens set fire.
i want you to unpick me.
take away the words.
please take away the fucking words. they're so confining. so defining.
so necessary.
and i look as though i'm laughing as i'm draped over your shoulder.
try and fix me.
and make my world have meaning.
i'm looking for it in the expressions you give me. i'm looking for it in patterns in the sand. i'm looking for it in songs on the radio.
when will you come?
i need you to let me find you.
why don't you want to give me meaning?
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Poetrywe want to burn and die to fill the page as delicate words and memories and what we want what we need in life is more poetry and less pain but it's only a glimpse into a forbidden world a beautiful scene sharp to the touch so take your look if you...
