Deepest Cravings

Deepest thoughts of the body, mind, soul, and heart


August 2015


My craving are dark, my cravings scare me.

They originate somewhere deep within me.

I lust for love, I crave affection.

I beg for connection, but only in my minds darkest section.

Cravings for perfection, cravings for attention.

Cravings to be normal, craving for no morals.

Missing the innocence of my younger thoughts,

though knowing innocence was never part of the plot.

Wanting freedom, growing up in a cage,

a cage I built to protect myself from the rage.

Rage of my parents, rage of my deep realizations.

Desires for a better life, a life in which your words are not a knife,

burrowing deep into my soul and carving out my depression and my sorrow.

I crave for compliments and approval, for you to love me without being brutal.

My cravings are darker than anyone knows.

Only you know what goes on down below.

Because you are me and I am you,

And we stick together through sunshine and blizzard snow.

With L♥ve,
Thoughtful Wanderer


Hey There Stranger

There is nothing much to know about me except that I am a regular teenager from the States with occasional crazy thoughts swimming through my brain. This is a place to escape.
A place to write down all my deepest feelings and distant ideas and darkest fears. Responses and sharing is always encouraged.

So take my hand dear, and jump with me//no fear.

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