W.h.u.m.t.i.h.m

Somehow I think you know how it feels to be truly miserable. You reach into my pitch black self pity though It's invisible. The fucked up shut you say to me I say to myself too. I wouldn't take it back, but you do. Sometimes the scariest scenario is the most truthful. I give you these broken pieces and bewildered you say they're beautiful.

Reach into this black hole for the stars, the unfamiliar kind. To feel for this freak of nature is to fuel the heart of the divine. Others may not but you mind. You found meaning in my matter forgive me for being so blind.

I hurt you with no guilt; one of the few times I did something for me and not us. You're irresistible how you built. Your touch translates more then temp, but your inhibitions and adoration give off like musk. I live in the breath that takes it in. No weed strain can take me higher; higher then the walls of your distrust.

They're just words, but not even shooting them through a gun barrel could make them hurt any worse. Even though it wasn't easy it was my gift and your curse.

I know I'm an impatient child piecing together this puzzle that is love. So careless with the pieces I lose them. And that's my fault to take responsibility of. For the first time I wish I could take away the hurt but it wouldn't be the first time I messed up.