To feel helpless
To be untouched
Unharmed
By you by others by it all
Unscathed free of scarring
Somehow i wish for a reverse button to argue over trivial fuck and lead into some out of control period of time hidden buried and treasured. Someone demanding my action because something fucked up in me gets off on following your tender lead to keep in your graces. Why? Why am i incapacitated from cutting off blood to the parts of my mind you're nestled an ocean in, under whales and darkness, miles under the pressure, straining the energy to revive the feeling the person you had bubble to fruition...almost, barely, apenas...
Tempted lured by a violence and sweetness in that reaction stroking the embers to savor more of it not just waiting for it missing it holding back tears every twenty minutes
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