Compromise: A Comparison

Be it 8 and a half inches, or 20 feet,
No distance can measure their need for attention.
They hide behind shrouds of pixels, like ghosts through the fog,
Silent in their need...

Need to be Loved
(need to be loved)
Need to feel Special
(need to be Special)
Need to be talked to
Need to be
FUCKED

To be wanted is the greatest desire,
To be killed a great adventure.

Both to scared to grasp for either.

One untouched, the other forever tainted.

Ever undecided in their orientations, blindy stumbling after the hopes they can never
fulfill,
Never escape.

Fumbling in the dark for sullen eyeballs,
that they might see and discover themselves...

Longing for the kiss that might set them free, but
Shredded down to nothing by their own
Incompetance...