Seriously

I don’t understand

Why the touch of your hand

Sends shivers down the length of my spine.

I’ve tried to conceive

Why you’re my biggest pet peeve

How you don’t find the truth in my eyes.  

I’ll never believe

That in this great sea

Of wandering souls and tepid, lost people  

You find solace in me,

In fucked up debris,

When you could find a soul that is peaceful.