Unrealistic Demands

didn’t think that living again was an option, after having drained out every last bit like the puss n’ blood from a zit & the extract dripping down your once-young face reminds us all that you’re a fine disgrace what with your want for it all to get better & your unrealistic demands on the people around you damning those who might even consider loving you but the true be told is the one you hold deep within your most honest place & there you know that “love” is a charade anyway, because this illusion of free will is one that you invested so much in for oh so long & when it all came to & the gig was up, it just didn’t ring like it used to, the first kiss from the first spring **** just didn’t make you shiver like it all was supposed to & now, shriveling up inside & wrinkling on the exterior you want the next person you meet to bring you back to where you were when things were better, but isn’t this the most selfish & the least possible of outcomes? so, who do you fool in this venture but yourself, for making the effort.