No I don’t want a kiss
A sickly formality
Nauseating to the stomach
I want to feel your rage
Intense, primal, magnificent
Oh the thrills I get to feel your fist upon my cheek
Your harsh words are music to my ears
Your jealousy is my source of power
Oh how i bask in it
Until the rooms a blurr
Until I can no longer see your face peculiar, twisted with rage
Until I can no longer feel the sensation of gushing blood from my nose
Finally, I can sleep
Sweet, unconscious, dreamless sleep
Drifting drifting content in the knowledge that you care
you are mine and i am yours.