Lacuna the danger I won’t be had again.
Aimlessly traversing a path that wrecks and wreaks
Finding the strength to let go and forget but all that surfaces is the burning taste of regret.
Bringing one to a point where they regret having met you or even opening up for you will leave a well so deep it’s unfillable.
The space is empty where you once filled.
The guttural sound my heart makes when I search and come up with nothing.
The spineless being that ripped me open and fled the scene finds the space between and linger.
Why not leave?
Haven’t you done enough?
Are you waiting for the carcass or the ash?
Lacuna, the danger. I won’t be had again.
The void expands taking in the unflitered.
It was at this point I realize that I am a little insane.
Insane because of you.
Insane because I keep allowing myself to get sucked back in.
The rudderless flight,
The rudderless fight.
The embarrassment.
The unfiltered shame.
You want to know what my dream is?
For someone to pay attention.
Look at me without asking or me telling
And knows exactly what I need.
I don’t ask for much.
I don’t take anything.
I require nothing but for you to pay attention.
I am drowning.
I am fading
I am dying.
Lacuna, the safe zone. I have been had again.
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