Availing Number 21 Late at night and you don't care You don't regret. Regret is not part of your shortcomings. Not yesterday not in this one moment alone. A lifetime separated. Taken out of concept. I don't remember where and I don't remember when but you thought about me then. Not now, no longer now. You share no given principle, however you are attached to one forbidden rule. Steadily sinking into a constant state of vacuity. Thoughts buried deep down, kicking and screaming to be heard. Desolated by you, I trusted you. Impatiently growing blind to your charm. Self worth is somewhat lacking within your vulnerably shell You disposed of me so frivolously. So free and willing. Copyright © Christina Clark