I seem to be spineless
Towards such a happy thought...
Abnormal for being so,
I ware if I smile and laugh,
And dance and play…and…and…
It’s exhausting! Or maybe not.
I find myself longing
For that warmness within.
So how is it possible,
To love that which drains you?
To dream of it over and over
again.
Seemingly tiring. Pah!
Damned excuses for a cursed
ability.
Attracting all that spits me.
Damn that which holds my world
In its place among the pained and
angered.
Damn it I say!
For keeping me from my longing,
For I still hope of caressing it
some day.
True pleasure.
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