fuckyoufuckme

the car wreck that is my imaginary love

Fuck you if you think I'm a stereotype.
Fuck you if you're the stereotype.
Fuck you if you brush past what i TELL you is me and most of all
Fuck you for creating what you want to see there anyway.
I don't want a 2-dimensional cardboard cut out and I don't want your plastic bullshit.

What i do want is for you to penetrate my mind and make love to my thoughts. I want to share in the ecstacy of our mutual intellect.
Our lips moving quickly in the deep throes of passionate--discussion.
Discourse running through our veins and the lie of lusty love in our hearts.
I want the sun and the moon to forget who they are, getting lost in the hours of  I, you, we. I want you to wash my dreds on a lazy sunday while i pray in your temple. I want me to be enough. Stripped down, naked, sexy, ugly, soul-bare.

Just we and no bullshit.