Wanderlust: When the lust fades and you’ve nothing left but to wander.

I want out of this maze I've trapped myself in.

I want out of you.

Your smiles chafe me,

your frustrating heart slows mine down

to the point where I'm sure it too,

believes it's dead and every time

I hear you apologize

because you can't

love me,

I'm quite sure my skin scabs.