i wud rather name

i sit here thinking about you and bite my lip

my thoughts barely touch the surface, just the tip.

my thoughts are as simple and two plus two, 

i always end up thinking hard, then craving you.

i promised myself i would not go back and cuddle you. 

and i dont make a promise unless i can keep it true.

i never make a promise that i cant keep, keep that in mind,

but promises that arent kept are usually the best kind.

i remind myself day by day,

of the mental pain i felt,

man, that s**t be cray. 

please hold my hand, am stuck deep in this dark.

hold me tight so with this match i can strike a spark. 

just remember without the dark we would never see the light,

without the pain and hardship we would never know wrong from right.

i am burning inside, 373 kelvin and 100 degrees Celsius.

so hot even satan cant handle this.