by Anonymous
The words falling out of my mouth
are in fact sentences, skillfully crafted
with the sole intention to tame you.
yes, you are dynamic
yes, i am nothing without you.
such sentiments succeed in returning
your boozed up ass to your spot on the
couch. I hope this liquor consumes you.
You’ve ruined any chance I’ve had
at a three-dimensional personality. I am
a panic-stricken performer whose
Immediate interests take form in
The satisfaction of others.
She doesn’t speak unless spoken to,
Any utterance is wired to charm.
I hardly seem to recognize
myself in the context of others.
Is it still a lie if I have kind intentions?
These words aren’t meant to deceive,
I just can’t seem to place what I like
from what I don’t, it all morphs into the
same perpetual state of feeling
An offsetting sensation from a lack
of stimulation, an overwhelming
state of being underwhelmed.
I should know better than to complain of
loneliness when it is often self-inflicted