I can be more bold, reckless. I can smurf on grindr, fuck a new person every day. I could make it so there’s something new you see and feel each time from me. I can be that thing that burns in your dreams. I could end the thing stopping you from being happy.
I would take the computer from your hands and smash it on the ground. You’d be there, tense and frightened and begging to be touched, and I’d make it so. You’d cry into my shoulder and I’d hold you so tight you couldn’t breathe. I want youwantyouwantyou in reality he wouldn’t want to be held down or pinned, that’s one of his biggest triggers, so it wouldn’t be. But everything would be fine. It could be, for a bit, looking into the picture taken of the image drawn of yourself and trying to find differences between it and you in the mirror.
No matter what I say I can’t stop bleeding. Don’t you know who I am. Why are you acting like you don’t.
Oh, I don’t want to just accept this. I want to be in love and tell everyone, I want to be the first one to say so that they know…