i want you to scream “SHUT UP!” in the middle of one of my ramblings

anyone?

anyone?

no, no one.

i want you to do it and i want you to slap me and then i want you to kiss me

and i want to be FURIOUS with you

but i want to taste your lips

i’m so far gone and i’m so long lost

and i feel like a million dust particles flying in the drapes of your mothers house

the one that wears the bright pink lipstick you hated as a child

it’s what i’ve always wanted, isn’t it?

to explode.

and surround you in the most literal sense

because that’s the only sense i’m capable of fulfilling.

i am not overwhelming nor am i beautiful.

nor is my voice or my pale, pale skin.

even when it’s torn or taunt

or bitten or blackened

from your anger kisses

and your frustration vacuum

******* up all of me

all of me

goodbye all of me