neo riddick

People Skills - Poem by neo riddick

This is what I lack.
Many years alone and I have grown thick skin.
As much as I want to mesh.
Thinking of personal situations demands I be more thin.
Lack of control. Intimidation drips from my veins.
Cut deeper. Work harder. Starve. Strive. Cut more.
No pain physically.
Mentally though. I am sick. Demented. Twisted.
No touching.
But I want you to try.
Take my hand. Hold me in your arms.
As the thoughts of being one with you.
It is people skills that I must lack.
Touching. Feeling. Wanting.
I will hurt you.
The red flows but there is no blood.
Disgust turns my stomach into knots.
Just want me.
Just need me.
I only desire the ones that don't see me coming.
Nervous now. A strange twitch. A tingle.
Sexual wants.
Just touch my hand.
Whisper in my ear how much you want me.
Go away now. I am angry. I need you. Stay with me.
Dragging a blade into anything. Everything.
Just want me so I can hate you.
It may be that I have no people skills.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 5, 2011

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