My existence is a lie: fashioning worldly problems into an orniate call center cubicle shaped coffin

Pouring my heart into piercing silence;
I stay quiet, that's how I got myself into this mess.

unhealthy addiction to the ravishing,
the red,
you're such a heart throb in the minds eye bed.

on the screen, online, we use to love it all the time.

a cat and mouse, sweet pussycat;
just tell me where your heart is at.

California, crumble time,
I wished that once you would be mine.

a minx to thrill, a scratch, a hiss.
palpitate;
I still long for your kiss.