i want to be the girl of my dreams

Reese’s catalogue of dehumanizing romance options

There are four types of lovers in the world

The gawkers

Who stare at me like a kitschy tourist attraction

(Come in, have your fun, take some photos, go home)

The curious

Who take me in like a pretentious sculpture

(Find that I make no sense but pretend they understand)

The averters

Who react to me like the Ark of the Covenant

(Treat me like I'm precious but are afraid to touch me)

And you...

It’s a game and the prize is bullshit

I've spent three weeks trying to knock you off your game

Three weeks of that sultry voice smoother than glass

Refined from the sand I scrape off of my face

You've never smiled or frowned, only smirked

Tempt me, you say, emeralds shining and see what happens

So I do, because you tempt me

You've stripped me bare but haven't broken me down

I'm going to get you first, my darling

I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth if it means you smile

We're hitting bullet time and becoming a target and I hope we wreck, society or eighteen-wheelers, I don't care, because I'm hanging on for dear life while you don't twitch or show a reaction like you don't exist just as much as I can't control myself and shriek in empty exhilaration and watch you perform your craft,, your black leather making you a standout chameleon against the black seats, black dashboard, black widow, black Mazda, all black everything aside from that perfect f*****g porcelain skin and those blood red lips that are locked in a smirk that I pretend is a smile

A crowbar

I'm the gadfly to your black widow

I rest my legs on a skull's smile

I lounge back like your babydoll

to the face

You return to black tights on white skull

Winter trees losing their pine needles

See what you get for letting me in, I lie

couldn’t crack

I imagine you taking a crowbar to me

There are two possessions no one else touches

Your car and your babydoll

that f*****g smirk

You lick your lips and go in for the kill

You poison me with cigarettes and aphrodisiac

It's so beautifully perfect and I wish you'd just bludgeoned me

I may as well be a w***e because this is about as intimate so why not get paid

Pillow talk

Had it many times before

Usually only once per customer, funnily enough

Not much of a pillow here, resting on the back of your car

I can't tell your skin apart from the metal

It's the middle of nowhere, the night doesn't have a single star in it, it's like we don't exist

You're the only light, flashing the world, but I never undress

You've already torn down my defenses but I like to pretend you haven't

I look you over and try and find a single flaw and come up short

I hate you

And I want you again

These questions used to be sweet when we were honest

“Am I beautiful?”

You don't hesitate. “Beautiful and bright as fire.”

Reese is a fire, Robyn is bright, it's like we're actually something

“What would you do if I busted your taillight?”

You smirk. Again. “I'd bust in your lights.”

I imagine you taking a crowbar to my face and giggle like a good girl

“When are we going home?”

You shrug. “It doesn't matter.”

I like that answer. I hate going home alone.

“Do you think I'm a freak?”

You smirk. Again. “Would I be here if you weren't?”

No one would, honey. No one would.

“What would you do if I left you?”

You don't answer.

I know it's because it wouldn't make a difference.

shut up and f**k me so I can resent you some more

F**k you and your perfect lines and your perfect lies and your perfect legs and your perfect movements and your perfect gasp that I catch in my breath because I want to consume you

envy is as skin deep as my femininity

I can't sleep in this car so I watch you sleep and I imagine a world in my bed where I sleep without fear and you lie there awake wondering what's wrong with you and why no one takes you seriously and if someone will finally burn you at the stake like a good fire deserves and why all the other girls got to be so beautiful while you got stick with yourself and all you can do is look over at the f*****g angel next to you and wonder why you couldn't be her

I may not be an authentic b***h, but I am a vindictive one

There are four types of lovers in the world

I'm all of them except you

I'm a fire and I'm burning the spiderweb

Author's Note

Same universe as Tempo, different canon