Life is trivial. Love is disconcerting.
I'm strangled by bleak desires of intimacy
Driven by the refuge in potential

Ripped papers are scattered throughout
While sanity is being littered by ambition
You don't love me, do you?

Read the markings written across my bosom
Construe the scars that are surrendering my body
Narcotics, bring me comfort while my body decays
in Reticence

May God read the unwritten letters to your soul.

Your relentless lover
PixieStixs PixieStixs
22-25, F
1 Response Aug 22, 2014

I love it. The verbage and imagery is stunning

Thank you so much!