I love how you make me twist in my skin, hunting hands to daggers to chilly chrome melting down my sides. I hate that you don’t breathe or blink because it makes me feel even more desperate, gasping and gaping on my own. But you don’t feel any pain or pleasure—so why moan? Especially when you can scream like anyone. You can mould yourself into anything for me but a fucking cop. I hate a man in uniform but I love a man in a mask. Let me bend you and mend you inside out and split you into two thousand shards of glass. I hate it when you’re hopeless, thrashing through everyone you’ve ever tried to be to survive. Come and come back to back for me over and over again and again, until the light goes out in your eyes. I love you most when you’re nothing but an oozy glossy metal puddle, leaking between my palms.
I love how you make me twist in my skin, hunting hands to daggers to chilly chrome melting down my sides. I hate that you don’t breathe or blink because it makes me feel even more desperate, gasping and gaping on my own. But you don’t feel any pain or pleasure—so why moan? Especially when you can scream like anyone. You can mould yourself into anything for me but a fucking cop. I hate a man in uniform but I love a man in a mask. Let me bend you and mend you inside out and split you into two thousand shards of glass. I hate it when you’re hopeless, thrashing through everyone you’ve ever tried to be to survive. Come and come back to back for me over and over again and again, until the light goes out in your eyes. I love you most when you’re nothing but an oozy glossy metal puddle, leaking between my palms.