Cruel

 
it is a neediness in me that comes to you bare of soul
vulnerable asking you overlook my ugly pieces
it hurts to feel this way
so deeply in love with the illusion of us

I think I could be better with you
but it's not likely
a little confession I'm best alone
empty of passion

my greed for you burns too bright
my aching beauty lingers in the shadows
waiting for you to shine on me

enigmatic man I lust you
I crave your affections
but I will never know you

so I satisfy myself with dreams and whispers
urgents secrets told to another
with the hopes they will be understood by the flesh
the only lies are the ones I tell myself
honesty is best left for others

I need your omissions
your guilty pleasures
despicable in all measures
when it comes to desires of the heart

cruelty is best