Flesh
Shouldn't it be your arms
Shouldn't it be your Lips
Shouldn't the future as of right now still be how we planned?
What is there to say when things end up like this?
Is this really what they call the 'seven year itch?'
How do you work past it?
The control the pain the shame
The endless cycle of complacency
Is Solitude really what we need?
What happens when we both decide to just go free?
Do we take down the scaffolding, piece by piece?
Do we destroy the mantle of what was you and me?
Was it always too good to be true? Is this the end of the chapter or the whole book? When things were born through space how do you deal with less? And how do you deal with more at an upcoming expense? I digress.
The problem is me, like it always is. Control and pain is what should come from this.
It's masochistic and well deserved. A girl like me was always supposed to get burned. You are worth more than what I can give; so leave it like it is. Before my burns transcend to you instead.
By: katelynnstar 7.5.21