Superfluous in your sedation,

a situation of inebriation.

Projecting onto others all

that fills you with trepidation.

Your salvation seems to be

entwined with degradation.

Humiliation tactics result in

little more than alienation;

an isolated abomination

enabled by your own frustration.

And yet, you play the fool,

act so coy, as though

it's recreation, when it's really

just cause for further consternation.

The stars in your enchanting

eyes could've been constellations,

instead of this denial-footed dance

that defines your docile narration.

A creation of confidence kissed

by complacence, I pray you find

a way to heal before you pursue

further relations. Irrigate your need

for empty validation, before it eats

away at your soul's starvation.