confusion

I feel the confusion in your bones
I touch the confusion with my hands and separate myself from it.

I want your bad
I want every part of you that is not like me

I touch the confusion within myself
pulling at the strings of desperation
analyze
analyze
analyze
I can feel the separation from what is real right now

I want to love myself
I want my love to be felt
I have so much to give that I give it all too much
The dust is left in the wake of myself

Nothing left.

I like the sickness within myself
I like the threatening direct fact of the knowledge of what I know about you
hidden schema's
take place around me and I don't see them swirling.