Truth

What someone really wants

Truth

I'll take my hands to your throat and choke the words before they leave your mouth. I'll tear the hair from your head to keep you from hiding. I'll skin the flesh from your bones, just to hear you scream.
But I'd rather
Kiss your lips, taste straight from the source. Caress your skin, see if you're a soft as you look.
Since I can't
I'll ignore you. I'll ridicule you. I'll pretend to hate, since I can't have.