I want to say no.
I want to leave.
It would be my preference to go.
This is a waste of my time, believe me I know.
Waiting eagerly for replies,
like a junkie craving a fix.
Why do I need people, to feel I exist?
I’d rather not leave this room.
I would get far more done.
But my morale drops low and I end in a slum.
I should Ignore and not reply,
be that dick of a guy.
But that ‘seen’ on facebook makes it hard to be sly.
Even now as the midnight hours pass,
I’m craving affection
and some warm touch.
The flesh monster, fueled by lust.