Worms

Begging for advice that no one can give

and talking at everyone that has a second to spare,

so I can share my pathetic love story- or lack thereof

only to hear nothing that calms my soul.

Seeking for answers that no one else can possess;

Revelations that could only stream from your lips,

yet your lips are pursed; adamant to let nothing escape.

Instead of tranquilizing my troubles, you go in for a kiss

I reject, not because I don’t want to,

but because this brings more questions that will go unanswered.

This opens a whole new bag of worms that will mingle with the others wiggling in my stomach,

already causing a rare pain throughout my entire core

making me want to throw them up.

I’d rather receive your answers, but you’d rather open more bags of worms

We both know you love to see me squirm;

the outer appearance of what I feel inside

While you sit back and relax, you let me do all the work and wondering

What are you hiding behind your pursed lips?

What are you gaining from my losses?

Tell me your answers, so I can swallow your words and kill these worms

Don’t let them eat me first.