The swirling heat,

some silky force.

I don't understand

Can you see how it grows?

Can't you smell what it knows?

..."how 'bout, fuck you!"

How 'bout, we leave it at that?

I still hurts, bastard.

Every four-letter word never got through to either of us.

your scarred-up skin,

or my superior brain.

You can't fly, or you

just don't want to?

Are you just as miserable and grounded as

those creatures

you loathed?

Will you fly with me,

or fall as hard as me,

when I got pushed?

I don't want to die

We all rot slowly

I don't want to cry

You don't know me.

I never knew myself

...til I met you.