• Don’t ever let me know
    When you’ve made your decision
    I never want to be ready
    Not because I want that feeling of
    Surprise
    That balling knot
    At the back of my tongue
    And the closing of my throat

    No.
    Don’t share your happiness
    With me
    Something less
    That is what I want

    A sharp stab to the thigh, maybe?

    I hope you’ll hit an artery
    Because
    That first quick rush
    When my blood pulses from the gash
    And pools out onto the floor
    Staining the wood panels
    A precious maroon
    Oh, what an addiction I’ll have
    I promise you
    I wont cry out for help

    No.
    I won’t ask you
    To pause my rush
    It’d be too much to bear
    To see your beautiful hands
    Doused in such a hideous thing