lust and love,
a contridiction,
a sick addiction,
i'm opposed to the idea,
i won't invest faith in anything worth mentioning,
unless proven, can never provide reassurance,
why surrender when i'll implode eventually,
mistrust and misfortune, consistant constants,
when there's nothing left but giving up,
nothing to be discovered but bitterness,
what has come around is as lost as i have been,
you're still not searching,
in your mind, you're so refined,
i'm shrouded in a cloud of deflation,
back in the smallest corner of your head, where you put me,
"stay and wait, for when the feeling's right."
the moments when they come with ease,
no broken contact, i am the queen you pretend me to be,
thoughts, they circle around you,
but everything is on your conditions,
the stipulations you raise for me to compete,
who am i running against?
your lips never part, no sound breaks through,
there's a pause where i dissolve into the background,
i know you'll retrieve me, relieve me.
Do you lie or do you just portray?