I Hate You with Unsolicited Passion and Copulation is Out of the Question
Written by: Miller Vaults
Lick, look tenderly, sugar
It’s aspartame in the mouths
Of sweet couples
In the breaths they take
Between making out
Smiling won’t do anything but seem fake
Is it better when I hold you
Was I bitter when I told you
Bird of a fickle feather
To flock the fuck off
Kiss, chase after, dear
It’s one of your hands in mine
And the other behind your back
Holding a knife
Frowning won’t do anything but keep me awake
Is it better when I hold you
Was I bitter when I told you
Bird of a fickle feather
To flock the fuck off
I hear the view from atop my chest is breathtaking