“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.
You want flowers and sonnets and us to be together until the end of the world and I’d just like a blow job, I’d just like to be friends. that’s what I’d really like. Something warm and snuggly like a friendship. and to fuck you.
The flowers are going to die and the cliffs are going to erode and we might as well go fuck since we’re going to anyway. We’ll fuck and fight and eat and drink and smoke and fuck and smoke and fuck and get married
And in six months from now we’ll stop making the world stop to fuck each other
and one year from now I’ll get fat and you’ll go bald and I’ll take prozac and you’ll take viagra I’ll get obsessed with my biological clock and my career and you’ll get obsessed with your hairline and your career
and two years from now you’d rather watch reruns than fuck me and I’d rather be drinking than fuck you so we’ll drink in separate bars and one night someone who likes my mouth will buy me a drink that drink will be attached to a hand there will be a human holding that drink the kind with ears
and I will tell whoever it is all about you and how we used to forget to eat when we were in bed for three days and your ears will be burning across town where you are telling whoever it is how I don’t understand you
and two years from now, that girl with that drink she will nod that yes that I am nodding at you tonight that nod, that yes that means you’re not coming home because just for a second the world has gone away because just for a second there’s someone who understands you
and that night it will be her pretty mouth you want and that night I will pass out at home, alone with a bottle that reminds me of us because it’ll be empty because it’ll be gone I will pass out waiting for you to come home listening to country music–and I hate country music–but I’ll be feeling tragic it’ll be the most romantic moment I’ve ever had and I’ll be alone
and you’ll be across town with that girl who right now is in high school and right now I just met you and right now I think you should take me home and fuck me because it only gets uglier from here we only get uglier from here so take me to the edge of that cliff you love and pour me a shot of your silky poison you can take this mouth this wound you want but you can’t kiss and make it better.” R to the eese"Lady Reese"Overwhelmed
- 5 years, 8 months, 17 days ago