i am a refrigerator,
and if you give me your heart
i will be sure to keep it cold
safe, safe but cold.
you shiver when i hug you
for there is a darkness that accompanies my affection
a wetness to my mocking of ideal movements
my mocking of ideal actions.
there is always something off about how i move towards you
something hard when it should be soft
something harsh when it should be kind
there has always been a violence in the way i say things
there has always been a bite with every kiss
and every scratch
goes just a little too deep
and every hug
just a little
too
tight