Fucks sake
I'm about to be honest
I mean authentic
The realist I can be.
I'm about to be simplistic,
No fancy words,
I have no captivating
pre thought out allure
to make you listen
Nor to make you watch me
Whilst I'm reminiscing
To make you read
All this is,
Its me
I'm fucking angry
I'm furious
That I'm down on my luck.
No scratch that
I've got all I've wished for
I've got a house, a Job
I'm even in love
I'm in abundance and awe
Of the life
I've worked so hard for.
I'm guilty, I'm tarnished
My heart is throbbing,
Its craving,
Yearning for more
More skin and bone
I want to feel less alone.
My spirit is unruly
It doesn't know how to just be,
That thing, you know
content?
I need more
Experience
That isn't ruled
By my mothers
Sadistic inflection.
I should be less to the point,
It'd make you feel
Less shame,
Comfortable enough
So you didn't give a fuck.
©l.l.skel
L