I’m missing myself. Bold an obscene. Hiding the deformities in my brain. Poking, prodding. So alone. trapped In my head of guilted swirls. Violently crashing and colliding, bursting, bubbling. Watch my dreams falter at your feet. Never known love, never really knew you. My inner thighs have brushed your cheeks more then these fingertips. Guilty no? Saddened yes. Becoming this human I can’t stand to look at, can’t even stare into my own eyes without asking myself, who the fuck are you.
