blurred by the colors of what I think and feel and what should I do?
In this place is wanting, wanting and wanting, the room is filled with emotions of lusting, lusting and lusting
and on the walls are shadow smiles full of wishes, wishes and wishes
of you
Before I got here, somewhere behind the chitty chats and happy hellos
Our need was evident. Simply wanting.
For me, its been wanting your sin
wanting your pain,
wanting your warmth
wanting your name
wanting you to love me,
wanting you to save me,
wanting you to leave me
wanting you to touch me,
wanting you to comfort me
wanting you to STOP
But wanting while not wanting you makes me even want you more.
What torture lurks within a single thought.
my weary mind aches with it's presence.
It's days and days of seeing your name and questions of how you truly feel that constantly remind me of how crushed I am with having you in my mind.
Strange how wanting while not wanting you gives me courage to hold everything to a stand!
