fascinating

why do people just crave sensual comfort?
or really, it's absolute confusion.
It's not really comforting
when you come out with
more mistakes,
actions you hate.

To feed your appetite with a snack that is so light.

To have another body next to you
NOT OUT OF WANT,
NOT OUT OF NEED,
NOT OUT OF BRINGING LOVE TO A PLACE WHERE IT SHOULD BE,
but out of replacement.
Switching the love you pushed away
for a girl with an obsession,
your like her drug,
her addiction.

Do you tell her you don't mean your actions?

Then again,
in the absence of self-respect,
she'll overlook the emotions that you lack.
She can always turn her fantasies into her fictional reality.
But, then, only in dreamland will simple melodies ever become symphonies.
She even absorbs the things you do
the things that make you, you
to turn around and use them to try and make an impression on you.

DESPERATION;
an avenue that leads to
replacing a lost feeling with any EASY counter medication.
You know it's not the same
but for just "eleven minutes"
(if it even lasts that long)
you might be able to forget the pain.

Isn't life insane?
How sometimes we let our actions just dig us deeper and deeper into agony?

"And it hurts a whole lot,

but it's missed when it's gone.

Call me a safe bet.

I'm betting I'm not.

I'm glad that you can forgive.

I'm only hoping as time goes, you can forget...

SO CALL IT QUITS OR GET A GRIP.

Say you wanted a solution?

You just wanted to be missed...

Spring keeps you ever close. You are second hand smoke.

You are so fragile and thin,

Standing trial for your sins.

Holding onto yourself the best you can.

You are the smell before rain. You are the blood in my veins."

-The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot, Brand New