sinking urge
(1.5.22)

i have this sinking urge to ask
i'm curious, trying now to give in
what about me that looks at you like that?
what about me that gets you going?

but i type yet words don't seem to care
only a person with a brain
would notice a heart turning a square

when will i be loved? i pray
that this isn't what i assume
pieces threaten to fall in darkened grey
the flowers almost die instead of bloom

my sinning evenings, faithful brights
hopeless unchanging communication
what is it that makes you hungry?
what changes in the night?

i pause and almost tell you things i never have
should've expected i'd be disappointed so soon
i know you know that i know you want more
just days in i'm a record breaking fool