LEAVING THIS STATE OF LOVER My bags are packed the car is running i'm leaving this state of lover This place is far too preoccupied with the final destination everyone rushes through the journey- rarely kissing missing the moment at lightning speed well, this is not my niche this is not my thing. lovers willing when I am sleeping with gold plated gaul- waking me like lawyers, making their plea it pisses me off. they're pissing me off. leave me be I rather sleep then take part in these faux attempts at intimacy i'd gladly compose manuals and draw them maps- verbal guidance but the bedroom is not the only place this state lacks so it would only be treating the symptom meanwhile neglecting the system's disease Not enough and walls and lately indifference, is what I recieve. lacking substance. filled with neglect. have you taken for granted the idea that i would always be there. I am holding myself back and for what? I hold my words back and for what? When I think upon those moments of peace and when they occur, I am pleased but they have since become far and few between and I am losing paitence - we are just out of sync but you know...It's okay. for I do not regret this experience for it lead me to this point and now I see with eyes wide and open it's "intimacy" but for the wrong reasons they do not share the same reasons as I they desire but in the name of escape from the world they seem to hate from all that troubles them in the moment it's sex but it smells desperate- it's touch but really just attempts to fill those temporary gaps within an attempt to smother what hurts and scars you've been given, State. it doesn't turn me on and furthermore that is not what I am here for That is not why I am on this earth! and so I leave you now. Thanking you for this lesson thanking you for the dance this knowledge I have gained I feel no shame for embarking on the road trip that tripped me. I leave you now- be well, for I know that is only what you meant. and I drive off into to the sunset - to the country of the larger journey.