Infatuations of Place

 

I hate to admit

That I wish to invade you
Concave you
To what you could possibly be
Of me
And though I hate to admit it
I just have to do it
After touring your beauty
Too too much
Grandeur
I’m not okay
I cannot contain
My need to assert
My existence
A place untouched
Like a child in a museum
I ignore every sign

Straight ahead

I miss when I had
Such innocence
Before I gave away all
That I loved
Now you have what I have
And I cannot contain
My need to assert
My existence
In things they say I can’t touch
I am just too tempted
To see
What will really be
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