Random poetical shit...

My heart is very…fuckin…angry
It beats weaker every day
It beats stronger every day
Its schizophrenic
Every
Day
And its your goddamn fault
Why do you have to be so…perfect
The possessor of all that sits on that secret checklist
You know the one we all make where we put down
Those key ingredients that make the perfect man
“Has good teeth…”
“Has a big dick…”
“Has good credit…”
“Can hold a conversation…”
“Has good hygiene…”
“Looks good clothed…”
“Looks good unclothed…”
“Did I mention, has a big dick?”
Mmm…you definitely got that…
But its more than the marked boxes that make me unable to look away
Its that probing intelligence that makes me want to mind fuck you
Each and every time you speak…
Those eyes that hold such mystery and suspense
That I could curl up on a couch and watch them like late nite cinema
And that aura of confidence
And cockyness, and innocence
That I just want to pick up with my tongue
And hold in my mouth
As it caresses my tongue and slides down my throat
So I can carry a part of you
Everywhere

So don’t be surprised when you read this
Or take it as anything more than an exercise in expression
There are some things better left unsaid
And some truths that should never leave ones head
Because I don’t love you
I hate you
And I love you because I hate you
And hate you because I love you
And I want…you
You.
Please?
You.