A no one, neither wanted nor needed. Some stupid fume doomed to almost-far-enough’s and incomplete sentences. Indecent and ferocious, mad and crazed and love-drunk; I’m trapped in four corners with desires too big, too possessive- I pick their bones out one by one to ensure they own no more misdoing.

Circle my eyes and ex my thoughts, because I can’t sleep without the presence of a ruined future. So steal this, burn this, held to your skin, until the pain hits your veins and rub my love in.