Useless, sometimes pretty poetry.

There Is No Sunlight At Night

Muggy

I'm being selfish.

The sheets are strewn across my bed,

but my skin is dying for air.

I had hoped for this

subconsciously,

I knew exactly what I was doing.

Is she to blame?

The part of me that I find

she claws at the interior

but even if I had felt frustration earlier in the sunlight

in the dark,

she couldn't have cared less.

Her voice is not my own

at least, I don't believe it is.

When she is craving,

it's suffocating.

I lose sight of everything else,

and then it's the hunt for one thing.

Something primal, of course,

but its only natural for her.

Any feelings that I had bottled

tossed with and tangled in anger and disappointment

she releases them

if only for the time being.

But it isn't all my fault.

How am I,

or rather how is she,

suppose to resist?

How can you possibly say those words

in that voice

and not understand the situation you put me and her in?

In the light, she presses herself

against the bars of the cage

and occasionally, you get too close.

She is dangerous.

But at night,

you don't care either, do you?

Animalistic tendencies,

No,

Animalistic desires rather,

it's like watching raw emotion,

so overwhelming that it comes crashing down immediately after.In truth,

the sunlight doesn't hold her back from escaping.

She only stays in that cage for the time being

because she knows

that it's no fun by herself

when he is locked in there until night.

- Jasmine.