Thursday, December 8, 2016

(?)-gasm



I want to.


Kinda.


Always.




I think about it.



I want to.




I want it.




I want it badly.





I want it deeply.


And madly.


I want it.


I need it.


I had it. 


I lost it. 


I found it.


I left it.


I came back to it.


I walked away from it.


But I still want it. 


I still need it. 


I still flaunt it. 


I still crave it.


I still hate it. 


I want it.


I need it. 


I was made for it. 


I was built for it.


I am here for it.


I am gone for it.



I am gone for.




I am gone. 




I am.


I.

Am.

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Gone.


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