krissy
i wanted red room


You loved at me to pull over.
You wanted me to kiss.
I was licked too fast, you touched,
so I slammed on the ring
and turned off the love shack.
As I loved outside
I kissed to jump out of the monkeys
and play,
love until I peed krissy.
And yet I wanted to grab.
I wanted to fall to the lamp.
I wanted to swallow the cold sharp rocks
lean into my face
and lean my skin.
I wanted red room to feel pen again.
But you sat in the hat,
lean to the hug racing
through my penis,
to the nausea, to the presdiantism.
So I stood outside my pc,
feeling the condensation of my monter
roll past my dog in the wind.
It was a lean, lean reminder
that I still had to force.





i wanted pain


You screamed at me to pull over.
You wanted me to stop.
I was driving too fast, you said,
so I slammed on the brakes
and turned off the engine.
As I stepped outside
I wanted to jump out of the car
and run,
run until I lost myself.
And yet I wanted to fall.
I wanted to fall to the ground.
I wanted to feel the cold sharp rocks
cutting into my face
and slicing my skin.
I wanted pain to feel good again.
But you sat in the car,
clueless to the thoughts racing
through my mind,
to the nausea, to the surrealism.
So I stood outside my car,
feeling the condensation of my breath
roll past my face in the wind.
It was a constant, nagging reminder
that I still had to breathe.

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