Thoughts and inspiration are bursting through the seams. Lack of motivation to follow up my dreams. I sit alone, unsettled by the path that lies ahead. Everybody’s running, but I’d rather stay in bed.
I’m asleep.
I’m a waste of time, of your patience, of your care. I’m a waste of good intentions, of your innocence, of love. I’m a waste of your body, of your lips, of warmth. I was a waste of your spirit, of your virginity, of love.