I'm sorry that I want you, and sorry that I'll have you.
I feel like I've been living on lollipops.
I'm angry at myself for the failures I can't seem to stop.
Like a torrent they rush on, one after another.
and each, like a screaming infant, wants its due.
If there was an ounce of weight in my body i could've held myself down
and let the lush lawn cradle my head as I watched the stars.
What bullshit about the grass being itchy.
What a blatant brush of his waist, and my fingers didn't hesitate to slide to his neck.
Like a black widow I let my long legs go where they will
and strangle the kindness from the unkind
in all my good intentions,
hurting the hurt.
I've been breathing everyone elses air,
with so much goodwill tinting my eyelashes.