I lost the unspoken list of reasons we came up with why not to do this.
Let’s not talk about what I want
(Your legs up against mine,
Busted lips from pressing,
Give up everything)
I know it’s easy for me.
I’ll look away I’ll step back I won’t
Tell you anything I won’t
Sleep. You can have your life
You’re so good and I’m
Sick black fucked up inside.
Because if you want to talk about
What I want
Up against the closed door.
I would be your secret, I would
Let you take me under and
Leave me there, come back
Later to lick up what’s left of me.
I don’t know what it is about your
Goodness that makes me want to
Swallow you, beat myself against you,
Break both of our lives in my hands.
I hope it scares you at least that would be
Some payoff from all this
I don’t know if I love you I just
Want your weight to bear me down.
I want your breath in sharp bursts,
Your fingers leaving bruises where I’m soft.
I want you to push me away so there’s not this metallic yearning,
I could almost forget.
Or you can bite down, you can
Meet me somewhere
We aren’t supposed to be.
You could put yourself in a bad situation,
Put your hand up my skirt.
You don’t know what I’d do.
You could take my body outside of the city,
Where my clothes cling to my skin in the wet new morning.
You are the city, you are
I am feet in the fire I am hands and knees
I am aware of the consequences.
I am burning like a star and I guess that would make you
Some far-off moon.