hammy04

Fuck.    And fuck.          And fuck. In times like these, I wonder what is wrong with me. It is a given    That I am somehow flawed, (Which is, of course, true)    (But) that that flaw Is something that guaranteed    Some disastrous end result.          Everyone else is                perfect. I'm a fuck up. Maybe so.          Maybe not. Or a bit of yes and no.       Once, just once, I'd like to be rejected    And not feel          Like I deserved it. *   *   * I do the one thing    that makes sense. I walk into the store    Grab a bottle of          vodka    A carton of          orange juice    

Your presence, changed my life in one moment in the past. It's the reason for my present, and the molder of my future. You got me,   suspended in midair feeling like a love struck skydiver. Your essence, intoxicated me to a point of no return. A dead end in my mind. You got me,   hanging in your web feeling like a spider's next victim. Your prison keeps me locked up inside of you. I am a willing captive of your presence, your essence, and your soul. You got me,   and I'm loving every minute of it.

Cotton candy lips Pink and delicate wisps So soft, they desolve When my tongue touches them. Send me into a diabetic coma With all of your sugar- So much glucose my blood can't handle it, Crystallizing in my veins As they burst open Like pipes freezing on a winter evening. Your love is laced with psilocybin A bad trip that I cannot shake Nor care to wake from. Your eyes are orbs of light surrounded By multi-colored halos; Sounds trickle from your mouth, forming shapes, And the ceiling is melting around me. A laugh that bubbles up like champagne Tickling my tastebuds Intoxicating me until I stumble Like a fool Into your be