Tuesday, June 23, 2009


I blindfolded you and delicately painted my lips over yours.
I was acting, like I always do.
You shuddered, and had I been able to see your eyes, they would have rolled back into their sockets.

I fucked you and it was your birthday.
I hate you because I played my favorite song
and all you could say was "This is stupid."
You would have changed your answer had you known.
Love me, love me, love me.

Your very first mistake was giving me the illusion of power.
But how could you have known, from your shelf above the washing machine?

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