Touch me

This life has been a cover up on whats next

But I was not attent to how I did it

So the two crash and collide

And who didn’t expect that?

The suicide in this matter was the ditch,

And we had a good time together even I have to admit it

But now I want The Inferno or Recognition

Nothing can be median, I cant be, cus

In this world

The middle= mediocre

Even though they share only 3 letters

But one Grade…..C

To C ,

To C what no one is supposed to

To open the wreckage of my car crash heart,

The jaws of life, the jaws of light, became so much more human,

Then I realized they were yours,

But instead of saving me,

They just added to it

The doctor said it could not be fixed, and asked what happened

So I told him:

As I pick u out of a crowd-fro,

I took you on, led you pleased you teased you,

Until this feeling came on,

And you could knock me out with a feather

Or a brick called love

I took you up the stairs to the hotel room,

And the I said,” screw comfort” and then started it their

On a rusty stair

Making out with a crashed car,

Replacing my morals with the Gold-Plated Standard

Treat others the way you want to treat them

So I did…..

And I didn’t get anything

I just wanted everything

To change and keep changing but to not change but to be inadequate forcing change

And at that moment I didn’t care aobut anyone or anything

I came together then fell apart……….

Preaching my feeling ot he microphone stand that my conscience listened to but didn’t

And I creid out in agony, knowing

Thinking

Feeling

That this heart of mine would needto be serviced

Serviced, replaced,

Re-placed in a useful body,

One that would avoid the trainwreck, and the Thrill of

Speeding……

And as you watched. And felt. And enjoyed. And came to me

I realized that it wanst you

You wre becoming what I wanted

What I wished you to be

Similar to me

But it just seemed like it was you

So when I leftand came back

You told me to drop dead

And I realized that I cant blame you

For being what ever you are

But it isn’t my fault for making a move….

But It is

And it will be forever

And never will it change

And that is why

I keep driving around

Through my prison of a head

Getting a good idea after my conjugal visit,

But realizing………….that im just

Median

Mediocre,

Not ready

Not worth it

Not what you want

Not what I want

Not anything

Just a Little more of the thing you moaned on the stairs

-Touch me-