Wanting and waiting.
Wanting so much and so badly,
wanting and consistently not having.
You ask me what i want:
someone, something, anyone, anything.
I want you, is that the answer you wanted?
Are you fucking happy?
I want something to go my way,
I want someone, a person, deceptive and undefined
to hold my bones in place
and keep my insides from spilling out.
That's it, that's the whole story.
Post script: You don't want me.
I sit here shivering, there's a tremor up my spine..
my feet won't move, I have no poise,
I held myself high once, a vision in velvet,
crushed now, crumpled,
like a dress hung up to dry for good.
You broke me, the world broke me,
it's all broken.
The world broke me and it doesn't even know i exist.
On January 27 2011
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