Fucking Poems

I want to listen to your voice all day
I’m tired of making decisions
I’m afraid of the wrong kind of pain
I want to be wanted, not just used
I want to be cherished, loved, pushed
I want to be angry and I want to fight
I want to be overwhelmed, overpowered
I want control stripped from my world
I want to hurt until I’m numb
… so I can begin to feel again
I want these poems to stop
The stringing together of words
My heart bleeding on paper
I want to be broken
… torn apart
… rebuilt better
I want to be the After picture
I want to be intoxicated
… not with substance
… … … with you
Fucking poems
I want to be reset
Turn me off
… and back on
Reboot my system
… my brain