Yearning

Yearning won't undo what has already done.
Shouldn't have happened in the first place your glad it clotted away. 
Labour on I spit out the flow of words. 
Not that that will convey the turmoil. 
How can this devastate so worn down  , the old me died in not only my eyes but yours two . 
Have I cost myself your come here, won't spit out into trust anymore. 
Hate the weakness I have shown. 
Yearning for a slice of norm. 

To get the all clear, your off the hook my dear.

Not a bloody trail anymore. 

That's perfectly definitely confirmed now,  you'd rather cut out the cords of your balls.

Got a case of the too olds. 
Got a once bitten feeling. 
Got to take more pills. 

Got to chase away one possible wanting future. 

Yearning got me only long drawn out anemia. 

Weakest in my own intentions. 
They where good ones, a picket fence that turned to cinder. 
A trying while coping with the hollow. 
What to use to fill it in.... that empty. 
Can I repair me enough for you to love me the same. 

Yearning yeah baby. 
Blobs of a destination gone horrible , the melting walls. 

I yearned for the second time before no ticks of seconds wilted away the rose.