Why

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Why?



Excuse me? The audacity to ask me why I won't let you proceed. Won't let you in between something you're willing to dig in but not lose yourself in. What exactly are you offering? One night of
entangled essence asking for my soul without trading in yours.



You're looking for a commodity. A quick pile of broken limbs to fall in but this swimming pool been closed. If you were only as ambitious to achieve your goals instead of this.



You're persistent, constantly insisting I let you mix in with my presence. Just to reach your instant satisfaction, leaving me with no gratification. Claiming your good…. The snake between your
legs is begging for me to bite the fruit but my procrastination ends here with you.



You're convinced I need your existence as if without it is some misfortune, you're surprised I'm unwilling to give into your sexual advances. Now I'm pretentious. Instead of maybe just having
standards having sex with any and everyone is not my normality. You might like mixing your spirit but then again that's really none of my business. Let me guess, you never want to see me after
this. Figures.



It seems nobody values a challenge. Let me ask you a question? You think you're a master don't you? How many locks have your key popped? A lock that opens for any key is a dud. You've mastered the
art of breaking things. Sell a girl a fantasy than take it back with your dream catcher. A destroyer of hearts just to feed your ego. What rest in your marrow? Do you even know? If I acquiesce what
type of man would I be mingling with? Who are you? See yourself through my eyes and share your vision. I see somebody that's relentless. Coasting through bodies only leaving salt in their oceans. A
numbness that only feels while in motion. Lingering affect that cause self-destruction. I don't need help with mutilating myself.



Scruse.

Submitted: August 06, 2018

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Why?

 

Excuse me?

The audacity to ask me

why I won't let you proceed.

Won't let you in between

something you're willing to dig in

but not lose yourself in.

What exactly are you offering?

One night of entangled essence

asking for my soul

without trading in yours.

 

You're looking for a commodity.

A quick pile of broken limbs

to fall in

but this swimming pool

been closed.

If you were only as ambitious

to achieve your goals instead of this.

 

You're persistent,

constantly insisting I let you

mix in with my presence.

Just to reach your instant satisfaction,

leaving me with no gratification.

Claiming your good….

The snake between your legs

is begging for me to bite the fruit

but my procrastination ends

here with you.

 

You're convinced I need your existence

as if without it is some misfortune,

you're surprised I'm unwilling

to give into your sexual advances.

Now I'm pretentious.

Instead  of maybe just having standards

having sex with any and

everyone is not my normality.

You might like mixing your spirit

but then again that's really

none of my business.

Let me guess, you never want

to see me after this.

Figures.

 

It seems nobody values a challenge.

Let me ask you a question?

You think you're a master don't you?

How many locks have your key popped?

A lock that opens for any key is a dud.

You've mastered the art of breaking things.

Sell a girl a fantasy than take it

back with your dream catcher.

A destroyer of hearts

just to feed your ego.

What rest in your marrow?

Do you even know?

If I acquiesce what type of man

would I be mingling with?

Who are you?

See yourself through my eyes

and share your vision.

I see somebody that's relentless.

Coasting through bodies

only leaving salt in their oceans.

A numbness that only

feels while in motion.

Lingering affect that cause self-destruction.

I don't need help with mutilating myself.  

 

 

 

Scruse.


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