A choice?
No.
This love, this lust, demands
To be felt
To be
Alive in me.
Burning in me.
Twisting my heartstrings tight
Until they're knotted
Tangled.
The pain of it
Clenching
In my chest
So I can't breathe that well
Or speak
And seem
A mute, a brainless
Creature
Fawning behind
A shabby coverup
Of false emotions
So I can seem
Disinterested
When really
I would rip
All the clothes
From your body
And kiss
Every inch
Your porcelain skin
A canvas for my pale lips
And the picture of this
In my head
Makes me
Just a touch
Insane
