Jul 05, 2007 10:47
I swallow all your words
In hopes of
Digesting their hidden meanings
Regarding me
I wait patiently
Unguardedly
Against my better sense
of judgement-
Judgements
Made against me
Sucking on scraps
You toss out
Occasionally
Impulsively
With less thought
Then you give to
She who has you first.
I play foolishly
Wretchedly
With sensations I have no right to-
No claim to
In rooms, beds I don’t belong in.
You’re becoming the one
Temptation I can’t discard
And I
deceitfully
find comfort in the torture you provide.