Tell me more of those desires
Ice the cake with charming wit
Loosened lips set ships afire
Give me more, a tat for tit
Liase with the good for nothings
Bathe in tears of soft-willed meek
Splendid swims amongst cold-hearted
Makes for natural rosy cheeks
Dip your toe into the lava
Ruin silence with a fiddle
Flirt along a cliffside edge
C’mon, why not give in a little
Is it so bad, opting not to flee
in the face of congruent conflicts
spilling from every direction?
A shallow cry for help through
the process of abundant tears,
but the eyes stoic, cheeks Sahara dry
Nothing left within, dare a withering spark
fly openly into a realm intent on lovingly crushing
and swiping away its occupants
Brazen recognition a failed path changer,
after all, what is in the death of an old habit
without a painful challenge to shock
the heart?
Why not stir the pot?
Occasionally, I have an outburst
A shrill expulsion of word vomit amounting to nothing more than gibberish
But I feel like like I have to say something
No one else would
No one else did
Someone will approach me, concerned in the face
Judgmental in their mind
Pretending to be the savior in my dicey situation
That I’ve created for myself
Because let’s face it
The attention, although I claim it to be unwanted
Is needed, because I’ve been alone way too long
And for just a moment I’ll contemplate between being the victim or the villain
Mostly likely settling with the villain
Because, lets be real,
Villains have more fun
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