Author: insomniac junkie PM
I want you, you entrigue me, but it's nothing like the way you feel. You're just a curiosity, an intrest, a puzzle to be solved. That's the way everyone is to me. But the harder I try to explain, the more you look at me as though I've betrayed you.Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Angst - Words: 132 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 01-03-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2458219
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Anonymity is bliss. Everyone in the real world makes such a big deal out of stupid little idiosyncrasies like manipulation and wanting to rule the world.
Seams rip, and faucets drip
as flesh is pulled from bone.
dragging out the insides
to trace each wound and suture sewn.
Ripping mind from body
dissecting heart fromsoul
reading your intentions
in every careful chosen role.
Mistake my words for kindness
intensity for lust
you are never real to me
and I will always break your trust.
Guilt for feeling guiltless
for the screams that I can't hear
you intrigued me with your problems,
because your lies are so unclear.
If you could live inside my head
Then maybe you could see
I never meant to be unkind
When indulging curiosity.