I wish I didn't have to want you so much.
I wish I didn't have to pathologically drive people from me.
I wish we had slowed our reckless.
I wish we had just cruised along the highway of our path,
I wish we hadn't run out of fuel, air, space, time.
You told me you wanted me.
Where are you?
YOU ARE READING
Desolate Moon (SS 2)
شِعرmore exhibitionism, more emotional outbursts, more uncomfortably uncut honesty. TRIGGER WARNING.
