Sometimes I do things

not intended, and times results

are unintended.

My shallow apology

sounds insincere to your ear.

Past apology,

is feeble excuse, a dog

waiting at the door,

I can hear my own whimper,

begging to be let back in.

I want all of you

Wanting you consumes my soul.

To monopolise

your thoughts is not enough,

I want mind, body and soul.

Those purple teeth marks.

I didnt mean to do that.

I'm really sorry

Sometimes, your skin is just a

barrier to more of you.