so long.

Speaking in shortwaves
you say
let's desecrate
everything.
I'm compromised
so I decline,
then play along;
multitudes so long.

the badlands.

You've stolen my words
left me in the mirror
of the badlands.
I don't owe you a damn thing
you croon
as you
haunt the youth.

And I believe you this time.

I'm sitting, waiting
for hell to
rise to the occasion.

But you never do.

tell me so.

Tell me anything, everything
you want me to know.
I'll bathe in your words
if you tell me so.

Your every syllable slowly
breaches me.

I'm standing here gaping,
please,
tell me so.

everything.

My thoughts come in three's
as you scream:
look at me! look at me!
but it's the unspoken
beckoning me.

You've changed your name
twice today
but to me
you remain the same...

And I'm staring;
gaping.

I inhale your everything.

intimate violations.

Seeking another intimate violation,
my skin calls out for you.
I’d rather leave the wound fresh as a reminder
that there’s no coming back from this,
that nothing else compares.
I hate this desire, this ache,
this need.
I feel your absence in my bones.

I don’t know what to do.