Pink

I get to know you

Like you're a friend I just made

I force you into me

And choke you between my legs

I hope you'll be strong enough

To help me erase it all

I realize I'm kinda broken

As if it's new info

I just acquired 

You're sweeter

Than all of those weirdos

I've met in the past

And who I opened up to

But still I have cramps

I'm kinda disappointed 

That you cannot hit me

Or suffocate me on my 

Overheated

Pillow case

I could do it myself tho

But I'm tired

Too tired to play those games

And I think I'm getting too old

To do it, anyways 

You're fun, but not as much as 

I expected

I wonder if I'm still able to

Amuse myself

I don't think so

You look pretty

You feel smooth

So why am I still aching?

Why can't it ever be enough?

I need to have a house 

For myself

I need the silence

The loneliness

And the delusion that comes with it

Did you know pink 

It's a psychotic color?

I guess it says a lot

About where I am

Swimming in the open sea

I tried to leave the island

And now I can't come back

You're my canoe I guess

But I'm leaking through you