theswarm

Why is it I can never make my words As complicated As my thoughts?

A gray dawn breaks and I haven't slept yet. The four walls around me are enclosed like a promised seal, and closing faster. A wreckage of this past month collides within and around my cluttered thinking space. Dirty cereal bowls and sticky spoons. Old clothes like fruit of the loom. Unceremoniously tousled on the floor and the desk that consist my room. Ah but the bed I have forgotten... When it is the first thing on my mind. A place to sleep A place to fuck A place to rest your tired head... A place to lie while not sleeping. The same place where he once rested his head. The one thing that I could never enter... I'm washing you

i am an intruder in your heart, but you graciously permit my residence in a small clean corner. my own place. You have my thanks, always. meek eyes that can't hold yours find instead wondrous patterns in the floor tiles and wallpaper; no sharing, i'm just grateful that i exist just enough to notice myself.

Dear love,  It's been so long  Since you let my lips  Carress anothers.  I have not felt the rush  In far too long.  Why do you keep  Your gift hidden so?  Why are you determined to  Bury me in misery? Dear Man,  Is that all you care for,  The rush of a momentarty touch?  If a short lived lust  Is what you want  Go ask your neighbor  She can teach you that!  Truly, if i had no mercy  You would rather die alone  Than wake me for such trifle deeds! Oh, hateful Love,  Why toture me so?  You know i wish to commit!  Infact, when I ask for this trifle kiss,  I have another's soul in mind.  A soul i mi