Crave

1. I wish for blood rushing, skin touching, guilty endeavors. 
2. I wish for an apology. 
3. I wish for an approval from reflections.
4. I wish for stability. 
5. I wish for, oh forget it.

Carelessness, I miss it. You use me, I use you. You, aggressive. I, ruthless. I will reciprocate. Treat me like an object, I already view you as one. Call me your substance, overdose. You have no control. That is me. You toss it back. I will give it back worse than you had planned for it. Latch and lust, is it my fault? Treat me like it's my fault. Tell me it's my fault that I don't know what making love means. Because I don't. You only showed me the other. 

That was one.