I always fall for people that I let too close to my chest,
As if vulnerability is some kind of drug I need to test.
My empathy is the worst of my foes, a real placebo effect –
It has misplaced my senses with fragile defenses,
Impossible to detect.
Have been feeling defective, yet finding new ways to cope,
Subsisting by flirting with people whose morals are broke.
Now I’m sure that whoever likes me can never be whole.
People with ideals are as far from me and as frigid
As the goddamn South Pole.
It’s been strange how I’m feeding my egos with lovers I tease –
With some I’m just playing, but some I put right on their knees.
We all know that worst things in life come strictly in threes:
One lost soul, one misguided bishop , one sin
Well hidden in the diocese.
Let’s take a ride, baby, let’s rocket right through my bitterness
Masked as temptation, poorly hidden in wraps of my selfishness.
I would still take home every soul who has lowered my walls
As I’m not capable of walking away from tragedy,
Not to sound banal.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 