She watches you under the cruel moon
with its cruel slender hands snakelike
reaching reaching reaching for you turning
changing transforming you
(into a monster).
She does not like this monster that you are, this
monster that you become. You know
she does not like your monster and that is why
it is what you try to be.
That is why on the other nights when the
grip of the moon, the pull of the moon is not
quite strong enough, you transform all the same.
(Not physically, no, but it is why you k.i.s.s her
so ferociously that she is left (gasp)ing for air
and it is why you are the one to tell her that a i r
is an i.l.l.u.s.i.o.n. It is why you -bite-
on her flesh (feeling) the metallic taste in your mouth as
the blood f-l-o-w-s to the b.e.a.t of your hearts. It is why
you suffocate her like the moon suffocates you.)
You show her your monster even though she
does not like it because it is what you are.
She says her PMS lasts longer than that one night and
she doesn't let it control her life. (You say- darling, the world
doesn't let you, either.) You force her to
be with you because she loves you and you
love her too but love is a weakness and she must be
p.u.n.i.s.h.e.d for it. (You say- come on, darling, let's
run together) and the s*p*a*r*k in her eyes dulls and
she grits her t.e.e.t.h and she snarls and you are
corrupting tormenting torturing her but she becomes
a monster and you like it. You know that she is
not like you and she is still human but it is
as (monsters) that you run, under the
cruel moon with its slender hands snakelike
reaching reaching reaching for b.o.t.h of you.
A/N: I don't know what's wrong with me. I love freeverse but I just can't get the hang of writing it, y'know? So, yes, I screwed up this attempt.
Tell me how pathetic I am in a review.