Pious

I want someone who allows themselves

The fumes turn into a plague overbearing my senses
Thought flow through my head
I yearn to live for a a person
But instead I am shattered by irreverence
That can make me feel like pious
Jumping from noun to noun
Like a verbose raging river

With some imaginary woman who fucks me from hello
Tambling four word phrases
Nights turn into days and I can only remember my dreams
They seem existent creating the smell of perfume
To live without margins to be bereaved