I want you to destroy me
because I know you'd enjoy it.
Rip me to shreds because that's what
I'll be if it means you loving me back together again.
And again.
And again.
What we've got is so horrible,
so painful, so honest, such a raw,
destructive, quality to what we call
"us" that it would almost be masochistic to go back.
Our brand of senselessness,
so alluring, and irresistibly passionate.
I cannot fathom the blandness of sanity.