How is it so easy to be this lost
In tender crawling away from doubt
and denial
Your mothers hands held you closer than self-pity
I am not raised on regret
Aborted like an unwanted child
Portrait of my existance faded
Full of meaning, I'll take the Websters definition of life and harvest it in my suspicious womb
This world is toxic
Like the dust I'm buried beneathe
Procreation couldn't supplement for sugar
Give me a chance and I could be the sweetness in your world
It's not worth fighting
It's not worth wanting
Too tiresome to have desires anymore
Buried so deep in embryonic waters
I can only gag and choke on perpetual sighs
Drifting in and out of a heavy head
Can I be amazing?
The one you want to hold?
Or do I not fit into your arms
This is how lost wanders
suffocated.
empty.

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