its fucking torture how you
place such romantic bullshit on my head like a lantern, I'm not a moth
I'm a plant you selfish prick, you prick at me with your fascinating trails of inane speech that pick at my brain like
A gush —-I am like mush at your
Your tendrils of tender—-ugh!
Don't kiss anyone else you're mine
You water me like you know what my seed looked like planted, so naughty you like being called slutty
As I mentioned, you spit bullshit as I smush your annoying lips, dips, dips you into a corner
Of course you got me trapped as
Your hedonism drips
Onto my hips
isn't it fucking torture
How you gush without touch
I call this a lot of things
You call it what it is
An alien gush
a big fat old stupid ass crush
It's more unbearable than you and your lofty dreams
Of perfect human domesticity
But
Butt
(Hah, you added a T)
I know we are meant to be
This fucking torture feels like destiny

Comments (4)
Sounds like a love/hate relationship the narrator is in, not just with a partner, but with themselves. They seem pissed off about it, and I'm here for that.
Does it? It's always possible to say "no" to whatever/whomever you simply don't want.
Oooo, that cover pic! Hahahahahhaha. I also loved the "but" and "butt"! Fantastic poem!
lol...had to check who Terry and Korvo were, though was sure it was Solar Opposites...not as familiar with it as R and M, but this is as usual somewhere between bleeding heart emotion, art and literary genius. Well done, Melissa.