Vent.

Tasting your lips in the kiss of another,
Searching for you in the arms of my lovers.

Never finding what would bring me peace,
Closing my eyes and wishing to cease.

Secure and loved in my selfish embrace,
I keep the secrets they just couldn't face

Digging up feelings that just won't be,
Only seeing the things they want to see.

The pressure is buliding how long will I last?
I'm drunk again and we're moving too fast.

Cleansed by the touch of an old razor's kiss,
My countless love affairs marking my wrists.

This poem started with meaning... But I just lost it along the way. Going to try again now. =/