the hell

nothing like a cold beach to make you dead again inside

are you sick of me?
sick of the whipping ice cold assaults on your person?

are you desperately wishing i was gone?

so that you neednt feel tempted to touch me?
so that you neednt keep stopping yourself mid sentence?

i know how hard it must be
because ive been there before
one too many times
and its all just all too familiar

its just not right
what will people say?
what will people think?

the hell