Hey! Even if you don't usually read poetry, you should read this. Because I'm head-fucked, and I feel like this is a story.
But in that previous paragraph, I spelled like eighteen words wrong, so don't listen to me,.(also, look at all that extra punctuation.,;'[,.don't listen to me at all)
I feel it warm against the back of my neck:
like it doesn't even matter, like it's nothing at all,
like you aren't playing with my world and wrecking my sanity and
dipping into my soul whenever you want.
I'm onto your games, and I pretend
that makes them my games too,
I know the truth, though,
and I rub it 'till it moans,
but that still doesn't make it mine.
You, with your lipstick-colored nipples
and your nipple-colored lipstick,
and your laughter that sounds like singing
and your singing that sounds like heartbreak.
I don't want to hurt you,
But I will
If you make me
If you dare me,
If you beg me and bite your bottom lip just the right way.
Nightmares itch for the love we got,
horrible and dark
and so fucking real that it'll scar your heart
with marks you cherish forever.
The sun never shines right
when you aren't around to curse it,
and broken glass doesn't look the same.
Don't ask me to hate myself
Because I'll do it.
I will hate all that I am.
And I will love doing it.
Gutter lust and grunge fucking
because three blocks is too long to wait.
Grunts mean i love you,
sighs mean i love you too,
and tears mean whatever we need them to.
You say unh in that special way
and our skin slaps in harmony.
Daylight burns away our understanding.
Angry eyes and confused emotion.
Watery coffee and soggy eggs and fuck you
In case you didn't notice.
Steam rises from the streets
on the long walk home,
as the sun rises from the depths
And another day begins.