Asphalt Kisses
I wanna be a garbage fire in a tight space with you, breath me in and choke on broken glass and toxic ash.
It feels good when I touch like only I can, the meaty slap of me against you, over and over, so hard I think I can feel the bones crunching. When your fingernails crack and split, scraping at pavement, scrabbling for purchase, I know that I'm doing it right. You didn't choose me, but I never thought of you as anything but perfect from the first second I saw you. I needed you in my life in an instant, needed to feel you twisting and writhing under me. I followed you in the halls, checked how many times you'd step out of class in a day, made sure to always be on your route home every single day even though I live an hour in the opposite direction. I would spend all day thinking of new ways to catch you, concocting plans to corner you all alone.
I can't keep my hands off you, I want to mark you, make everyone see you as an island in an ocean of shrapnel. They don't understand why I do what I do. All shaking heads and disgusted looks, but if they have such a problem maybe they should say something, maybe actually dredge up the effort to put an end to what they find so offensive about us.
They're all the same in the end. They won't risk anything for what matters to them because they don't care enough, not like me. I'd give anything for our private, little war.
They just can't understand how the light in your eyes looks so much prettier ringed with the mottled purple of bruises.
Please, take my heartfelt lacerations, they won't fit in you're desk, but they're the only valentine I know how to give. After math class, feel every kiss like the gravel sticking in your skin. I want you to have more than love taps, an amorous bludgeoning is what you deserve. If I'm lost in the sea of this feeling then I want to drag you in with me and hold you under until the bubbles stop. When they sign your cast in homeroom, I want the first thing people see to be my name, in the biggest letters and darkest ink. I offer you my eternal, lead pipe love and asphalt kisses, let my carving knife caress make you smile.