I Want To Break Your Heart

and I want you to break mine…

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I’m crying, again.

Ice hangs on the trees outside, haunted by the streetlight’s glow.

“What do you want?”, he asks…again.

I am laying in bed, weary and wishing.

Weary of answering, but just one more time.

And this time…this time, he will hear me.

“I want everything. I want to be adored, to be ravaged, to be seen and eaten alive. I want to be held, to be enjoyed, to be needed and wanted.”

“I want my heart broken into pieces every day because so much love needs more space. I want everything”

Desperate, almost angry, words roll off of my tongue.

“That seems kind of selfish, doesn’t it?”

He said nothing, then he said the wrong thing. Again.

And again, I cry myself to sleep,

Wishing for heartbreak

Just not this kind.