is to know how to love
not love
where skin and skin
rupture into one
gluing a moment
of sticky euphoria
to our backs
holding our hands together
to prove it was more
than a pill popping rush
I want love
I want to feel seen
I want to stop faking
a congenial girlish smile
I want to be suffocating under your issues NO MORE
I want to stop filling up my heart gaps
with Him
I want to stop fearing loneliness
more than enjoying your company
But I have a girl in my chest
who tugs at muscled men
with hearts who need holding
who require her prowling body
to press them together
I love being alone, but I hate being at home with Her
She has a habit
of forcing followers
dark dependents
to complete her circle of self loathing
You see, to her, love is a check list
goals
a binary of inertia and chaos
To her it isn’t love unless it’s on fire
Her motto:
A cruel man is always worth changing
because you will have made meaning together
Please give me meaning
Devote your selves, each one, to Him
And kill the non believers
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