Intimate

And he tells me

I must know someone

Before I know him intimately

I answer I don't want too

I can't risk my heart

I can't love and be loved

I want to be torn and remain ever so

There is no reasoning

Only a deep and profound fear

I am that which I hate

And I hate that which I am

There is a void that fits only the used

Only the suffering

A place in my heart only for those

I can care nothing for

I am devoid and voided and brought about

Turned and twisting

I am manipulating the pros

And only weighing the cons

I am a con

An artist of hearts and words

A black thing that slithers

A snake in your bed

On your couch

Your mind contimplates his actions

I am his source

I am his action

I am as I am ever more

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

stop beating yourself up we are all human and flaws are endearing lol
tate