in the way that I see love created, through television, books, fan fiction, I crave something different.
I find myself wanting not teenage love, holding hands and cute kisses, they make me gag.
I find myself wanting the dirt grime and filth that no one talks about.
I want to yell and scream, gnash my teeth, and bare my soul.
I want to gasp, shudder, gulp, hate you and make up.
I don't want cute, and I don't want to be coddled.
I want to be challenged and I want angry tears and stupid harsh kisses.
I want to know that you are more than nike elite socks white tshirts and stupid smirks.
I want to be more than a teenage girl in a sweater and boots.
I want the *****, harsh, awful love that people look down on.
I don't want Prince Charming's love, I want Heathcliff's passion, I want to feel our passion and our love.
but I don't want presents and flowers. I want intelligence and arguments.
I want hands and skin, sweat and scratches.
I want your passion, your words and your gazes.
I really have no idea where this came from. I'm feeling dark and ******. However I feel the need to make it clear that I don't actually want a Heathcliff, he was ****** up.