Asdasd.

Tell me what you want,
what you mean.
Probably not much, but I'm way too far below and I was civil.
But I feed off of you,
and need you near me.

Make me mad and cause me suffering,
I missed this feeling.
Honestly, my body begs for you,
and it's taking everything in my power to not voice it.
This agonizing need for you is starting to scratch its way outwards
into the open space, where you could see it too.

I don't want that; I'm not available to you.
You blew me off once, blow me.
If only I could be cruel, but I'm floating between the perimeters, not feeling much.
I'm not sure of anything and I don't like this anymore.

You could probably make my emotional centerpoint fly to either perimeter easily.
Fucking do it, stop torturing me.