Superfluous in your sedation,
a situation of inebriation.
Projecting onto others all
that fills you with trepidation.
Your salvation seems to be
entwined with degradation.
Humiliation tactics result in
little more than alienation;
an isolated abomination
enabled by your own frustration.
And yet, you play the fool,
act so coy, as though
it's recreation, when it's really
just cause for further consternation.
The stars in your enchanting
eyes could've been constellations,
instead of this denial-footed dance
that defines your docile narration.
A creation of confidence kissed
by complacence, I pray you find
a way to heal before you pursue
further relations. Irrigate your need
for empty validation, before it eats
away at your soul's starvation.
