Searching for the fire beneath your peripheral armor.
My empathy pours out in a blanket of seduction,
a warmth I could not resist.
Your dirty reveal earns anything but a surprise,
I've been burnt again.
You promised to fill the cavity,
so I lay vacant for you.
All that was left, was you leaving me,
begging time to reveal the inevitable;
"You are nothing but a conquest that forsakes an applaud."
The Anarchy of My Mind - in words. A Collection of (mostly) my Thoughts.
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