Stuck in a maze, playing our games.
My sickening desire, burning fire, you take away my breath and I’m tired.
I’ve been throwing off my dignity, trailing; hoping too long, too much that you will pick them.
But you never do it. I know, I hope, you want to.
It’s never enough, even it is all the time. I want you to use me, bruise me, hurt me, anything is fine as long as we touch.
Nothing’s true when nothing’s wrong. Even it’s true I have a tendency to hope. Hope makes it all go away. The more you grasp for it, the more it falls apart.
So, dont hope, dont hope!
It’s our dinner, you feed false hopes to my desperation. You want me like this, down on my knees begging you please. I can’t be fed up from the feed. I want more and therein lies the issue. I am hungry desperate while you are flatered manipulator, sadly there is nothing more nor less than this.
We never talk about this enough. We should but its worthy to be slipped as long as we play by the rules. You are feeding me what I want, defeating my conscious mind.
Keep it hush, just sweep it under the rug.
Just let me feast on this dinner. ONE LAST TIME, just like the promise I made before previous one.
Stuck in a maze.
caution: Don’t sext.