always raining - Poetry

surreal

im so sick of my realities clashing

seems cruel for a basic need of comfort, affection, shelter to be dangled over me like a rat to a piece of cheese

the laughter i hear as i jump for it is too much to bear

i think i'm going to turn away now

your love too elusive and hard to find, mostly my imagination
and lets just admit that it was going to be difficult anyway

why am i fighting for this anymore? My interest wanes

i don't need u, i want the future i was promised, the family i was promised, the warmth that was promised, while i hug myself warm in your coldness.

I liked the idea of us, i don't know what the reality is.

And now that other options do their seductive dance, i realize there may be something better out there, I don't deserve this.

and i don't even want it anymore