Blank to begin with, unresolved with a heightened sense of determination. I am yours but not quite. I lay unashamed to be handed a fate unknown to naked eye. Lost in the twists and turns of your touch. Breathing under the low bonfire of your desire. Unattainable mangled with conflict. Pieced together for your self-centered atonement. When do you begin to see past the fake smile and confront the sighing whims of my attention? Secondary extension of what you might want to be at that moment in time. I am the fraction of a second on the tips of your radioactive brain cells. Wont you oblige my request and become a little more focused in your intention. Forsaken at the ends of your unfinished thoughts.