you eat my flaws for breakfast,
as they crackle and pop through dissolving motions,
unto the dark moist colossal pit of your soul...
and i am sitting there, ever so curious...
maybe i am stuck in the middle of consciousness, but i crave...undeniable gestures.
then you leave me in a delusional state...once again...
as a plastered smile forms upon my skin...
myself tickled with the constant crave, which haunts my entirety. :-*
*bittersweetheart*