Sleep Diction

This Fan Keeps Spinach

Lured everywhere.
I feel as if I'm the only fish lost at sea.
My steps are cautious.
But I continue to fall prey to the Cheetos.
While your puffy goodness is pleasure to me.
That is not the place I want to be.
But your antics, they pull at me.
Probably because I'm lonely.
Probably because you know that.
Probably.
Maybe.
That could be the usual, over assuming me.
It's troublesome to fight alone.
This tooth pain knows no chill.
After its wrath, I feel as if I couldn't be killed.
Immense.
The feeling, that also overwhelms me.
Crying is for kittens.
I'd rather treat it.
As if I'm talking about a disease.
These notions of lonely compiled thoughts, have often produced incorrect actions or solutions.
Sounds fitting.
Quite similar to disease in the tooth degree.
I wouldn't be sad if you didn't agree.
Surely ashamed.
The thought of being absurd tickles me.
I assure you, it's not where you'd want to be.
Fork or spoon?
Do I approach you.
Your mote is deep.
Full of fully intent pawns, intentionally swimming in shame for you.
Cry wolf.
Probably because you love attention.
Probably because I lost the feeling of effort.
Probably.
Distasteful mockery.
Shamed in my perilous efforts, to not be shamed.
Rejection, has long had it's blade in my frame.
Have I not been who I've claimed to be?
Probably, a disguise to open my keep.
Probably, an actual attempt to stand apart from your usual pursuers banter.
Probably.