By: V Sarmiento
I'm not looking for forever love.
I'm chasing that thrilling rush.
I don't want a sappy, gushy romance,
I want a rivalry that burns my skin,
leaving me bloodied and bruised.
I want something alive.
I want something electrifying, something exciting.
Something that' l keep me up at night.
Something so thrilling it shocks me straight to the core.
I want us to dance the masochism tango.
Do not be afraid to break me.
I was not made to be soft, I do not whisper and sigh.
I insult, curse, bicker and ye l over your enticing voice.
I want to be trenched in your sweat, blood and tears. I want the same for you.
I want your fist on my jaw and my knee on your stomach
I want to run bloodied fingers through your perfect hair,
puling at strands as I press your face against the floor with a ragged breath.
I’ l never be your perfect girl, I’m a lovesick, violent fag.
I don't know which way you swing, I’m left in the dark.
Figuring you out drives me goddamn insane.
I do not want to be let down, I want this to mean something.
I want to mean something more to you.
So hit me again, don't hold back.
I want this to hurt, I want this to leave a mark.
I will never dare to be soft, I am not made to love.
Silence this disgusting want,
Make me bleed.
Just once more.
Author's bio
A senior on track to study psychology or graphic design, V is your local artist of all kinds of mediums and a writer. They enjoy hanging out with friends, swimming, biking, playing basketball and checking out local events!