Concierge of Bitter Lust

I saw the world as a knot that's begun to fray, while clumsy little hands pick and pry the strands away.
Performing poetry with the tip our tongues, some preoccupied with vices others with their embraces.
mouth to mouth
love is resuscitated


Even after all this time I thought I could recognize you,


°Someday my dry humor will catch with everything I spout off and I'll burn from the inside out, someday I'll live for a purpose other than trying to find every fucking way to get out•

I feel madness is like an attempted escape where every outcome is a bigger mistake, how else could I explain all the pain I endure just to suffer some more under every word that's misused on me, Fate?
Clumsy hands with clumsy minds
Bumbling me still petrified by what others can't see
Clumsy kisses and clumsy love
But those little clumsy words can still undo me