I’m soft for people who are needy
But I can never love people who are needy
They remind me too much of myself,
How when I begged at the end of a tram line
I dragged my two feet and stared at the blue sky turning lilac
Hoping that this was how death would feel like,
That I could be a state of fluid sky merely changing form
And that I would never have to remember
I stayed at the end of a tram line
And made myself comfortable at it’s rails
Hoping death would come quick
Hoping that death would make this go away
Hoping that death would bring my soul silence
That it would remind those that spit dirty language at my face
Instead of loving me that for a second
I, in my most desperate state, was deserving of love
And now when you speak my mouth fills up with dusty reminders
Why must you have to keep reminding me of my
Desperation and instability
I wish to hug and kiss you
but I can’t help fear that you’ll sicken me with the loneliness and neediness
The neediness I came from
The neediness I need not go back to
I’m soft for people who are needy
But I can never really love people who are needy