He torments me with silence.
He smothers me with distance.
He works on my face without words.
He pushes me around without fingers.
He makes me hungry for his eyes, his lips, his ears.
He makes me hungry for him.
And I understand why he should stay away.
He has plenty to be afraid of.
I’m wrought with tempting dangers.
I’m jeopardy on wheels.
I’m a scandal waiting to happen.
I’m the forbidden fruit, ripe and sweet.
And what's worse... I like him.
We can't all be boy scouts, at least not all of the time.
Maybe he knows what his weakness is.
Maybe that is why he stays away.
Did he tell me this would happen?
Did he try to warn me?
I feel like I’m begging for distraction.
I feel lost on the inside.
I feel like I have given up too much.
Thrown too much of me into the light.
Ah... I don't care. I love the light.
Fuck me up. I can take it.
I’m not afraid of pain. Bring it to me
seasoned with moments of beauty and
clarity. I’ll eat the Brussels sprouts as well
as the hearts of men. Delicious.
