I tried to warn you, I fucking did. I said all those key phrases, I tried to explain how I worked. 

(Words I use to describe myself: Sadistic. Misanthropic. Anti-Social. Intense.)

Okay, so I have issues with boundaries. Okay, so I have issues with being close to people, and not being close to them. Okay, so I have control issues, okay so I have perspective issues, so I have complications and issues about my complexion. Okay, so I’m still here, and you’re still somewhere too. 

You’re still somewhere just as well. 

Yeah, I wanted to show you the machinations of my little machine heart. But you misread my attempts at honesty for the sort of lavish spoken-word bullshit I never shut up about, and I don’t blame you for that.

But now here we are. Knives at throats, extraneous lovers ready to be split open like lush over-ripened fruits, fires smouldering in the dark. 

I meant to warn you, but you thought I was just being cute. Now here we are, ready to die for our various sins, all carved out of aggression and sharpened with little diamond teeth. 

I was going to say something, I even tried. 
Yet here we find ourselves, nevertheless.