What do you want?

A Story by joe

Drama in, trauma out.

Sitting not trying to listen to the lies running my mind. My mind and my tongue trying not to serpent my spit with words rising out of the heat from whiskey. Easy on the ears, all lies, soft to the tongue, and no morals. I am me. Still sitting not trying to compromise any other lies.

You tell me you love me. Imagine our children. Look at yourself and tell me your not lying. You tell me you love me, but something smells fishy. Your face squinches and mine scrunches. You tell me you love me because you have a reason, and it’s not just to get the better of… When everything goes wrong and the flaws never stop... I’m happy having trouble believing.

Everything goes straight to hell, and when your done reasoning there’s nothing left. You tell me you love me, but we both know that I can’t believe anything. Open your eye's, hold your breathe, and I'll circumvent your tongue from mine. I don’t mind the goosebumps and smile on your face.

When the silence approaches it’s just another moment to let our mind’s go some place. If I may say...This phase in boredom gives foster to imagination. I hope that you’ll figure things out. I really do.

Sitting here not trying to listen to the lies that are running through my mind. My tongue not trying to serpent my spit with words rising out of the heat from the whiskey you call truth.

What do you want from me when I look you in the eyes? What do you want? A passing whisper in the wind soft to the ears, all lies, heavy on the tongue, no morals. I’m too rigorous and suspect for this.

When you look inside I can see your doubt. Flush filled face and I’ve got you possessed with my poisoned lips. All I deserve is your clout, but you tell me you love me. Reptilian tongue, perfumed by words of romance. Imagine all our children, how fucked would they be.

I come through with all my fake s**t sitting not trying to disguise anymore lies. Like you kiss me, tell me you love me and I kiss you, like f**k you... All mine, fault is your gullibility.

No sense of guise when I approach smooth on the tongue, easy on the lips, and soft to the ears. You tell me you love me but something smells fishy. Your face squinches and mine scrunches. You tell me you love me because you have a reason, and it’s not just to get the better of… us moving along. You say understand me, but you act like you don't, don't get me wrong but what the hell do you want from me...now? Drama in, trauma out.