Desolation

It's been two months since we've talked.
I'm a mess held together by bobby pins, tinted chapstick and tiger army's "all alone".

My decisions continue to tear at me from the insides and all I want to do is crawl inside of you for solace.

I wrote to you... twice. No response.

I need you right now and can't even begin to explain why or how I've gotten myself here in the first place.

But you want nothing of this ugly disarray; and could anyone really blame you?

I just wish I could understand how you can turn a cheek to someone that loves you so much.

Someone who's never judged you.

Some who is undoubtedly flawed and full of sin but who's bent... and trying.

And how in this hole, I wait complacently for you.. My only confidant. And again. I'm abondoned for the warmth of a man who puts me in this tight corner.

I will forever sit in my lover-enduced isolation and learn to forgive myself one day at a time...for the flaws of a broken soul.