Poemy Stuff

Do you wish to stay locked in the world where she is?

Holding tight to Loneliness, saying its your old Friend?

Selfishness, Unavailability, Indifference

Are these really what makes you feel alive?

The words ring over and over

She followed you through the halls

Begging for answers, begging for love.

Asking WHY?

“Im working on it”

Crackling chips, crumbs on the floor.

Computer parts

You make it seem as if these are enough

What am I here for?

He says “I want you, but I dont, I need you, but I dont”

He sits on a couch hurting saying “Your not a family!”

Hes been shut off, hes been kept at a distance, he begs to be let in, he begs for info.

Only to find it pinned to a door.


She follows him, years later, asking for more, following him, saying ” I need more”

“Whatever” He says.

She sits staring at the same door he once looked at.

Full circle, answers, openess, love, let me in, dont keep me at a arms reach.

Our futures can become the reincarnation of those before us.

You had once said “Fear of the unknown, its easier, its the evil you know”

Ahhh yes, its a scary place to jump across that bridge.

She jumped.

She grabbed your hand, she grabbed it again, she jumped back across, your hands were peeling, the old dead skin coming loose, the smoothness underneath. She couldnt keep hold.

Are the hands the only place that shed whats old?


Skin flaking and peeling, not so appealing for the time being.

Exposing what is new, and soft underneath.

Reaching out to hold them, grabbing tight

Squeezing.

So smooth you cant keep grip

Slipping away

The body changes, but with the body changes, the love hasnt changed.

Desire for what is inside

The one who kisses the back of her hand, the one who pats the side of his chest and says “Lay right here”

The one rambling on her machine about what he did that day and how he loves her, those are what creates desire.

Kiss my hand, turn me over, kiss me.

Walk in that door again and grab me around the waist and put me up on a ledge again, press into my lips.


Ok lol Im done, now Im thinking about making love to him, grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

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