Here I am again.

Here I am again....




Inside a life that I thought i died,sleeping with my dead love inside. Everyday he withers without feeding me and leaves while i am awake.Here I stood before him, undone and crippled. My age and satisfaction,hindering my love for him!


STOP ME!
STOP MY SELFISH HUNGER!
STOP MY NEED FOR REPETITION
STOP MY LUST FOR BURNING!
STOP ME! TIE ME SOMEWHERE
OUT OF THIS MISERY THAT I AM FEELING!
OUT OF THIS THIRST!
I AM CRAVING FOR MORE!
YET I COULD NOT COPE
SO LET ME SUFFER THIS!
LET ME DIE WITH MY OWN AGGRESSION
THAN TO LET MY LOVE FOR HIM DIE AND CHANGE IN TIME
MY SWEET WITHERED LOVE.
THOUGH YOUR SKIN COULD NOT SATISFY ME
AND THOUGH YOUR LIPS ARE NOT THAT SWEET JUST LIKE BEFORE
AND THOUGH YOUR BREATHE COULD NOT RACE AGAINST MINE
AND EVEN THOUGH I HAVE NO STRENGTH TO TELL YOU
FOR YOU MIGHT LEAVE ME
FOR YOU MIGHT DOUBT ME
OR YOU MIGHT GET HURT
I DONT WANT TIME, TO RUIN OUR LIVES, I JUST WANT TIME
TO TAKE A STONG HOLD OF US.I DONT WANT TO FEEL THIS RUSH ANYMORE
BUT TELL ME HOW TO KILL IT.

By S. Villalobos©