Spoon fed love

Your a lingering comfort, i know you will be willing,
to take me in, taste lips of sin
and fill the void I've created naive
in cobwebbed infatuation i cannot reach
this call is a last resort, you know only to well
even half hoping your save your dignity
serve me my comeuppance in shards of plea,
that will cut me like i have cut you.
forsaken in my selfish ways, blown and blessed in deviance.
yet your pitiful and oblige
i pray you will give me what i deserve
you lay beside on lonely nights
i can't help but wonder why
because you know in my absent mind before reality dawns on me,
the breath i feel upon my cheek,
and soft embrace lining my skin
just conjures up daydreams
of another love.
your just a stand in.
so give it to me, make healed scars bleed
let me witness the bitterness that flows, of the disgrace i am.
use your lips to place a last farewell
instead of a delicate kiss to forever dwell.
place your hand on my mouth to silence me, instead of creeping fingers of what we could never be.
spoon feed me my own medicine, that stings my throat, leaving a sour taste.