I’m moody as fuck so if you want a relationship/friendship with me understand that there will be days that I will not care for your presence even though you did nothing wrong followed by days where you’ll be the only person that I want to talk to despite having nothing to say.
Here’s something a little, cryptic.
Mind clicking a little… tic tick.
Shouldn’t have slept there, nope, hic.
Shouldn’t have stayed there, words slick.
Passions are crazy, can’t pick.
Am I selfish? It’s hazy… Lip lick.
Don’t get me started, tongue click.
These feelings are naughty. Nit pick.
Who’s judging? These eyes are. Self kick.
The feelings are gray here. How sick.
Affections, they drive me. Heart prick.
Emotions, they slay me. Brain trick.
The guilt stays, it’s heavy. What a dick…
Another drink, another round, has my mind slipping upside down.
Another dream, spreads another worry, this life is flashing too fast
Life’s just another hurry.
Memories haunt me, though they tease me.
They make me sick, but yet they ease me.
Fingers and lips they trace what has been touched, only leaving yet another rush. Another blush. Another hush.
Another secret to be held, because society will judge the tale.
I feel the eyes of those who are sick of me, staring and judging and mentally kicking me.
But worry not my life, but your own, there’s only so much judgement you have shown.