Random Confessions of Denial

Random Confessions of Denial

There is a fixation going around that I need your same

But rivers never stand up, always touch, and consume you with their sane

Something will say everything will be okay even though I am the master of my sphere of influence

My sectional healing is not far the maintenance that I solely require

Is shutting down an option before eternity arrives

The surface of anticipation, chances, and error is where I want to inhabit

Believe that the stars are talking about you as you look at them

Then you will be able to walk on water and take in quandary and still be able to look ahead

Age is the key to perfection so why devastate the gift

From one ear to another we have touch a life that we no longer want to believe in

The feeling of wanting the same lingers in some I kneel until blood arrives asking to take the sensation of want away

Looking past you I see that foundation, looking at you I see the conclusion

You came you saw and concord me, proud as I was the highest peak you never wanted to elaborate on

Condition me into seeing what I am forever blind to

I am insane if I stand here and not throw myself to the invaders before the spies finish screwing with my head

Smooth my inner core into knowing I am the most amazing experience in their eyes

Every kiss was a lie infecting me with the knowledge of things forbidden a fruit I could never eat, but I would still execute for

Prehistoric to this world, finally being discovered now they stand in amazement as they never seen a creature so adapted, but different from anything ever known

I would love to be in an ibu to purify me of all my manifestations, but then I would no longer exist

Remove my tongue, mummify me alive with scarabs enjoying my flesh and still the Hum Dai could never compare to a broken heart

Surrounded by family and friends at a teeming restaurant and your new artwork then leans over kissing your ear saying je vous aime first enlever mon soufflé reads on your face

 yo le quiero ahora she loves your diversity her imagination becomes reality in your presences

I rather be touch by the soul than the flesh

I have denied my future by not confessing my past

 ♥♥♥♥this poem