Find Me

Find me.
For once let the breadcrumbs be enough,
let my heat unhide me through the walls,
and my passive passion wreak on the breeze.
Find me,
a festering mess of promises,
a stale sense of self-grandeur
now hard enough to beat at anything
that even dares reconstitution.
Leave me.
I feed on the friction this contradiction supplies.
But I still need you to find me.
I love it when you try.