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You just cant help it.

When your inside's are crushed,

Under the weight of your desires.

Tearing under the thoughts,

That longingly pass behind your eyes.

You know you shouldn’t be wanting this,

You know its social suicide,

But who can help who they lust for?

Closing your thighs hard together,

Hoping that they will be the ones,

To pull them apart.

And even as your gut tears almost painfully,

Your lips cant help but mimic kisses.

Pouting so openly,

So invitingly,

Your body heating so willingly.

Your patience is a time bomb.

And when you explode,

Who knows what you will say.

Who knows what you will do.

But for now you chain yourself.

Fight the thoughts you shouldn’t have,

But cling to hope that maybe one day,

She might even look your way.

It is but a gaunt figure that awaits your judgment.

The closing lines of this play fall only to your tongue.

The summing up of my actions,

Rest only in the thoughts of your eyes.

I am now to numb to be human.

To awake to be dreaming,

To knowing to be lost.

But how does it end this way?

All questions answered.

All thirst satisfied.

Tingling in hands awaiting to applaud.

Weak at the knees and light in the head.

The show such a success,

That many will replay it.

Should I take a bow?

My weakened character,

Broken on the stage,

Clutching there its heart,

Choking on its disappointment?

Looking to the blinding lights that hang above,

Whispering a silent prayer of redemption?

Do you admire the fall of my character?

Can you honestly applaud so appeased,

That you wish to see me die all over again?

For your enjoyment,

For your discussion,

And for my punishment,

Must I endure this all again?

Now the pennies have turned to gold dust,

Sifting through the narrow gaps of your fingers,

making there maiden voyage through the air,

Never reaching the hungry floor below.

Your pockets are lined with air and luck.

Eyes open as you walk the streets,

Tongue twisting itself unnaturally to the sound of the starving.

(i) I need to survive this week.

At least the air is free.

You tell yourself that to the rumble of your stomach.

Turning itself over at even the thought of replenishment.

Your legs carry you in circles.

You go to the same places,

The same agencies,

And talk to the same people.

But before you know it,

Even the pennies are gone.

Just gold dust blown away in a cold wind.