I hate this feeling that i have,
its been a week since that night.
And its an overwhelming fright,
that doesnt make sense when i ask of it.
I return to the photos
but sometimes they make me sick of repeating.
This need-less wishing,
cascading down like wax of a melting burned out candle flame.
The pain of yearning,
the need for reliving,
it pulls me down in all directions,
chokes me down like a wrapped up package.
THe fighting i'm trying to accomplish with myself, my desires,
never seems to be cool waters,
when no one else seems to think
that none of this,
really even matters....
