“ so the poem hurt you.it was supposed to. ”
every dream I have about kissing you ends with blood on my hands.
~ Trista Mateer
I am going to hurt you.You are going to hurt me.But we will do it with practiced fingersand passionate mouthsand I swear to godit will be worth something.
The poet lusts after emotionally unavailable people because she doesn't have to worry about commitment. The poet desperately wants commitment.
