Lost

I rest the glass against the curb, tuck my hands under my legs, I feel a so familiar warm sensation coasting the walls of my empty stomach. I hate waiting. Makes me nervous. Makes me want to jump off a bridge. Unbearable pressure. She negated the words with a shrug of shoulders. But I could still see a thought in her eyes. She gave herself to me on the back of a limo and never returned. I took off to another city. Subtly glances, rustling skirts, gentle curves, cheap perfume. I'm tired of chasing something so..languorous. Women make me loose myself. All I can feel is that bothersome irritating sensation on the back of my neck. I feel that I'm wrong, yet I was never right . I feel homesick, yet I don't have a home. I feel empty, yet I never felt complete. I'm turning into pieces. Intriguing fact, I still remember how she tasted like. Delightful torture the perfume she printed to my mind. The acme of the universe culminated in a single unadorned, gracious gesture of her's. Lost, excruciating pain.