what hurts?
wanting and waiting
wanting so much, and so badly
wanting and consistently not having.

you ask me what I want
someone, something, anyone, anything
I want you, is that the answer you wanted?
are you fucking happy?

I want something to go my way
I want someone
a person, deceptive and undefined
to hold my bones in place
and keep my insides from spilling out
that's it, that's the whole story
post script: you don't want me.

I sit here shivering
there is a tremor up my spine
my feet won't move, I have no poise
I held myself high once
a vision in velvet
crushed now, crumpled
like a dress hug up to dry for good.

you broke me, the world broke me
it's all broken
the world broke me and it doesn't even know
I exist.