Feels much later than it really is
The shortness of your words
Gently puts your point across
Something about the way you avoid
Your plan of not hurting me
I think you better start looking for a new plan
Why put off the inevitable
Let’s rip it out
When you appear
My heart beats right out of my chest
I lazily waste time in my thoughts
You still consume them
Not when I least expect
But every time I expect
You can now crown me the fool
Gallons of water will never quench this thirst
That has suddenly cursed me
My dry coated throat longs for refreshment
It is never coming
So now what?
We have rules
So you say
I break them
For they are no longer shatter proof
Not in this game
I steal what I can hold in my hands
I must admit it isn’t much
Yet I will always long to seek some kind of comfort
Dig for some kind of approval
That somewhere in the middle of all of this
You need me
More than I need you
© Dina Darling














