What do you want.

To keep me guessing, my insides churning. Indifference burning as I defer to you. Want me never but always and I wanted you then and now- when you tear up for another. Want . Go. Love. Please forget. Ever and never and please give up now. Speaker: identity unknown.

I'm a distraction, a diversion, likE a flickering streetlamp outside a bedroom window, only I'm in my bed with the lights off.
Same difference

I wish I could say this, instead I just feel it.

"I want the good, I want the bad, and in the end I want nothing.
I toss in bed, uncomfortable on my right side, on my left side"

I lie in my bed, not caring enough to seek out a more comfortable position. I want nothing because I've had the good and I've had the bad and neither one appeals to me any more.

19-20/07/09
it's all beeen said but we make these sounds and signals over and over again, communicating as much through the way you collapse (against a street post) and i stand (immobile, arms crossed, stern gaze) as through the familiar lexicon of grievances we've been accumulating from the zero hour. my own interests conflict amognst themselves andwith you i feel flickers of compassion that i coldly and cruelly aspire to keep from all but those who will give me the comfort i crave.

red and white your skin turning brown
up and down, in the grass, spinning around,
falling down. i'm looking for my youth
because i'd like to waste it on you.