For the first few months
you just want to **** yourself
and
everyone around you
in a machete mash-up
or a shotgun divorce.
I remember the girl
I started messing around with
after
the
thing.
She'd get on top of me
and reach down into my pants.
She'd do this
mechanical yanking real hard
until I started
getting friction burns.
Until I had to come
or else my **** might've singed off.
And when we ******,
she wanted everything hard
and she kissed real masculine:
aggressive
and her lips
braced against my teeth.
I hated her.
But what really ****** me up about her,
was that I only told her once about
Gnat,
and she didn't seem to hear me.
All the yanking and hard kissing,
she seemed there just to burn me down.
Not to destroy or anything malicious,
just that when she hopped in her car
and drove around in la-la land
I felt charred and empty.
Sometimes I'd call her over
to ****
and I'd just stare at her naked body,
closing my eyes
picturing gnat.
It never worked.
I always came hard
and it burned.
Eventually,
I stopped calling her.
Maybe she's dead or something.
I don't know,
at that time
she was just that inanimate to me.
I barely remember what she looked like,
I spent so much time
trying to super-impose.
there's nothing wrong with a girl that kisses masculine, or aggressively, just not after a girl like Gnat, a real soft creature.
p.s. women are not creatures.