EmilyLaforce

Latching onto-- Fucking and sucking the last dregs of expendable love, like suds From the crystal mug of emotion, Ruling every thought and action, Unable to be reclaimed once done Revoking certain privileges Such as being comfortable around the significant other-- Wronged, yet unknowingly so.. The feelings then accumulate and Fester; why doesn't this parasite. Clinging to whatever blood-laden Body, the warmth will bring An immediate comfort A cure to lonely nights When the other couldn't be present It sucks and it fucks only to feel Wanted, needed; at the hands of a Lover- another; already claimed Collecting scraps of affection from Many,

You lie Waiting, Watching - For that perfect Soul to steal. Surveying the crowd, Conforming To whatever will win them Smiling, your eyes unwrinkled I thought I saw you See me. And now I know, but much too late - I have given you Exactly what you came for Undivided attention Laced with kisses - Confirmation That you are wanted. Your skin steals moisture from my lips Your fingertips graze my neck Your eyes triumphantly hold my wandering gaze, Now you have me - And it's the last thing you could want.

"You act as though I wanted us To be together." You say— Well why did you play with my mind And stay with me that night? You say we're friends and think I'm strange For wanting more than that— You used me, no, abused me, but I wanted just one kiss. Your boyfriend sounds pretty nice I wonder if he knows— How selfish you are when it comes To crinkling your toes.