Hunger pains, cold again, that sick morning feeling,
Did I leave a piece of me with you, is it growing like a plant seed,
Or was it never planted properly,
I am attracted to a burning flame, better if I don’t get to close,
It wont be only my fingers that feel the hot wax,
Online, all the time, searching for?
I puzzle myself, slow and steady,
Smile as I clean up the mess from the night before,
A comforting feeling, sitting alone,
A happy safe place and a quick fix,
What I don’t want, seems to be a longer list,
No ciggarets or children, please be thin, and friendly to beign,
I don’t care for geeky things, a photo of you outdoors,
I need a grace period, a time to bleed all these bad presumtions out,
I will find that inner smile, even if it takes a while.