Prose

Priorities

written by: Sweet Insanity

You use your systematic calculations
To push me back and throw me away
Your controlled methods
To turn me off, shut me down

I burn for you till my bodies ablaze
My insides claw at me till I'm raw with need
I tingle at the thought of you
Can hardly breathe from wanting you

Then when we're alone and I'm so close
To loosing myself in what my body yearns for
What I desire
What I crave
You dispassionately tell me
"Passion's not high on my priority list"

Then there I am again deflated, rejected
Pushed back and wanting to be father away
Unable to leave because I truly love you
So much that it terrifies me
But then, once again you're
Turning me off
and shutting me down