Cleaning the bathtubs (break-in at F.F. Hills)
I've never met another
Who didn't partake
In a sort of self destruction.
Romanticism in your own company
Is a strange habit to learn.
passed insecurities-
you will thrive.
Think of someone
Anyone.
What's the first feeling you get?
If you really need to question something
So much
You're lying to yourself.
I envy those
Who never grow tired.
Perhaps it is good,
We have our traits.
Growth issues, yeah.
Although something else
Is within me
Who is it?
Not too foreign again
Yet warm-
I remember the tantrum it threw
When I slept next to someone.
Was last night it's revenge?
It doesn't seem
To like the other resident here.
I sure need sleep now.
Or perhaps something a bit more holy?












