i don't want to change you, no i don't
i'm not trying to make you shine, you do that on your own
i'm impatient
impatient to have you between my legs
impatient to feel your warm skin underneath my fingertips
dear sad eyes,
your honesty is disarming, your intensity alarming
but your darkness lures me in
i don't want to wait any longer
want to make your breath stutter
your heart beat faster
dear sad eyes,
i want you in the filthiest way
want your haunted eyes to look into mine and never look away
i'll show you sick in the head,
once i pin you to my bed
YOU ARE READING
Torschlusspanik
Poesia(n.) lit. "gate-closing panic"; a sense of anxiety or fear caused by the feeling that life's opportunities are passing by and diminishing as one ages or in my case, the fear of missing out on you.
