Savages

The life of a savage filled with reckless abandon. 

Sometimes I really don't care about the feelings of others.

Lately more than anything.  

If only others really knew just where I was at in my head

I think partially because I'm being dragged back into old hurtful reminders of 

something/someone who consumed way too much of my time and energy.

I think partially because I use, have been used, and have used.

Where do these feelings of "I DON'T GIVE A FUCK" come from

Why is it that I don't care who I have to hurt or who gets hurt when it comes to getting what I want.

It is prevalent.

It is the life of a Savage. 

Animals

Oh darling the shit I'd love to say.
I just keep thinking of needs
animalistic primal primitive needs.
We are such beasts.
Oh and how my emotional needs and physical needs are not one in the same.
How I wish one could be a derivative of the other and yet it is not,
or rather it should be and yet it is not
I once said that you can't have what you want all the time, in life you must make compromises.
Where do you draw lines? Who draws what lines where?
When is it right? When are you settling?
Do you choose emotional safety or primal needs.