I want to make war, not love. I want to fuck shit up with you

I want to be merciless with you, and you with me.

I don’t want your kindness, unless you’re my kind of kind.

I don’t want you to ignore me, I want you to irrationally attack me while I’m thinking about the meaning of the number pi.

If you see me lying there barely breathing, pretending not to be there, I want you to crush my ribcage in anger. (And if you see me bleeding on the side of the road, I want you to swerve out of your way to make sure I’m dead)

I want you to waterboard me until I confess the meaning of my life.

But I want you to be gentle then, and playfully nudge me to find out if I’m still alive.

I want to lock horns with you and push with all my strength, and share a cup of your sweet and sour wine

Then I want to bask in your gentle touch under a waterfall of purple rain.

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