Bring me to life

4am is not for the happy.

4am is for the stranded and the frustrated.
4am is for tongue-biting and fist clenching.
4am is for poisonous thoughts and ill-timed reflections.

4am is a time for sleep, so why can't I head the fuck to bed already.



Well.

I might have spent a bit too long rereading my old tumblr reblogs. I might have spent a bit too long rereading my old blog entries. I might have opened the can of worms I had so carefully sealed.

Is it too much to wait for a love to revolutionize me? 

See, I don't care for half-fucked efforts or half-hearted tries. I want his whole fucking world and I want his touch to set me on fire and burn all the way through. I want a love that consumes me and I want an adventure that feeds my thirst while whetting my appetite.

Or do I?

The trail of destruction in my wake certainly disagrees.

Jesus Christ I need to sleep.