White Flag

Sounds of heavy breathing

I sat patiently

Waiting to purge my insides

I touched myself this morning

Drenched my sheets

All to the thought of you.

As I lay and die

I see your eyes

And dream of similarities 

existing in 


If I could play a 1000 games with you a day I would

But only the ones that make you feel good

You like to play for 


I surrender

You win.