Monday 1:27 am
Remember and Yearn
I'm lying here
inside a sleeping bag.
I crave your affection;
the reality i cannot have.
I whore myself
desperatly seeking for hour-
long affairs with drugs and men.
Trying to find what i lost.
I control it
inside a glass box.
My face is pressed against the side.
I feel so helpless; It's me but it is not.
We both threaten
behind each others backs.
There is a red wall between us
made from our own blood.
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