Annar in the Inbetweens

Sometimes,
we try so
so hard
to belong
to someone



        desperate, anxious
        scratches on thighs
          bruises on shoulders
                a kiss here, and here, and there
        see me,hold me love me, need, need
                                                     need me.
        cheating, lying, sweet, damned bastards
        who never bring flowers,
             but still want more than a kiss. 

when we hardly even belong to ourselves.