“Would you do anything for me?”
the question holds
so many implications.
I try to hold onto something
more than what I am,
but it all turns to
snarling grimaces,
to ashes in my mouth.
Do we need to fight
for me to feel real;
do I need to let you hurt me
feel your fist across my cheek,
feel the anger rise
and lash out back,
is this how we express things now,
is this how everyone expresses
feelings-
this urge towards violence,
towards hurting
the other.
Would I wait forever for you-
If you hurt me
if you finally lashed out
would I turn my lips upwards
and smile at the sensation
the feelings
I had been
wanting.
Would this be the love
I’d been waiting for.
Mad new world 