PDXmarvel

I find nothing wrong in
Slowly destroying myself
In search of a way
To fulfil this raw need of mine

I see no flaw in
Finding different ways to deny myself:
A guilty pleasure of mine that Isn't always easy to reconcile

At the apex of an almost kiss The tracing of a cupid's bow Unsure if I dare get caught If I dare admit I'm praying to be The juxtaposition of wanting To spill my sins like this is a confessional Or to be silenced and unassuming Wishing either would s

I imagine large expanses, hills rolling like wrinkles in a carpet. Trees cover the green tapestry, creating a scape of wolves and monsters. A rugged place, daring me to prove myself worthy.

I couldn't figure out what I wanted to write about