where do i go wrong?

i never thought this sort of thing would happen again.

bruises on my legs.

worn out lips.

quickened heart.

shifted spirits.

i suppose i have just given up in this area. take it or leave it, i suppose thats how i see it now. theres nothing there. its all surface. there is only one thing. so tell me im pretty and ill give you a kiss. tell me more and ill give you something to turn your insides. i feed off whispers in my ear. desire. then saying no. and giving in, just a little bit.

moves that kill.

i need something real. someone real. that yearns brainwaves, not just pulsing flesh.

love.love