volatile

quod me nutrit me destruit
i         couldn't          say          no

precarious and dangerous
how easily you provoke me

and i can count each scar and bruise

strength in itself is a vulnerability

and i am
soverytired
of hating you

there is nothing to be gained
from spite

and i know i am selfish and greedy
but i will never stop loving

i was starved of touch
and from craving came caving

and sometimes i like to pretend
like a child

that a kiss will make everything alright

it is hard to stand on your own two feet
when you are volatile

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