I’d give you anything,
Because you won’t ask for a thing.
I want to do everything for you,
Because you need me for nothing.
A step back,
Drugs, Drink, and Devious Opiate
To numb these
Failures of function.
Twisted, isn’t it?
A love’s prerequisite:
To find me obsolete,
Find me useless,
Don’t confuse this:
I want you.
Mostly because you don’t want me.
Until fate intervenes,
This is my predicament,
And I cannot purge it from mind.
Dizzied by the dozens
Of bright signs of my
Glowing, growing ineffectuality.
Ever so fixated.
Quick! Save yourself from me,
And my need to do.
My intentions are blurred,
This vulnerability can’t be cured,
Without the inevitability of one injured.
Be it burned, bruised, or broken.
That’s the true token of my affection:
Let me suffer alone the consequences,
Of such insidious insecurity.