You told me you like my mouth. You want to kiss me.
My mouth is a wound and you
want to kiss me.
But you’re like
that: You want to go
leaping over cliffs–
you want to go
drinking poison
and then write pretty poems about it–
and all I want to do is
fuck you.
My mouth is a wound and you
want to kiss me.
But you’re like
that: You want to go
leaping over cliffs–
you want to go
drinking poison
and then write pretty poems about it–
and all I want to do is
fuck you.
—Daphne Gottlieb, from Why Things Burn
(Source: frenchtwist, via loveyourchaos)
