Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Disgrace

Is it a disgrace
That I still want to kiss you?
That more than anything else
I want to pull you out of bed
Into the rain
And kiss you under a street light
Until you believe I'm worth it?

Because as I'm lying here
Trying to go to bed
More alone than I think I've ever been
That is what I want most
And it makes me feel
Like a whore
Like a dirty, used, worthless
Hopeless
Attempt at a human being.

And you just went to bed.
--3.31.10

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