I can't even look at your face
without wanting to shove my tongue down your throat
or rip your eyes right out of their sockets.
I can't decide which one, so I'll sit here.
But anyway, how is your day going?
Mine is fine too, but I forgot how you feel
Our fucking vacation photos are slowly replacing
the smell of your armpits and sound of your breath
You look so warm and alive
but how can I be sure when you're five feet away?
I want to call you terrible names
I want to shove you into the wall
I want to taste you and spit you out.
You need to go?
It was nice running into you here.
Let's catch up sometime soon.
Great.