My heart: empty.
It needs fuel,
To fill it and fulfil all my wants
Simultaneously.
And like a baby I want what I can't have.
I want to satisfy it's hunger.
Not caring where it comes from
To just gorge on all that I am told
I should not have.
I no longer want to farm,
And reap the rewards of lots of
Hard,
Hard
Work.
Having to tend to the fields of love,
And be careful of how it grows.
I don't want the hassle of knowing
That the crops could come up bare.
Leaving me with nothing,
Again.
Starving, again.
To eat sweets and have all my heart's desires.
To have my cake and eat it too.
When I'm hungry, I'm hungry.
I want a quick fix.
Just one quick, delectable burst of passion.
To quench this famine,
And stop my heart from rumbling.
I don't expect to enjoy the cheap thrill
Of something so sweet,
So sickly,
So bad for me.
But why expect any more than that.
When the time comes,
If they hang around,
They'll wish they hadn't.
If I expect my teeth to rot,
When the time comes
I won't be so heartbroken.