I’m sending you this line to show
that my Revulsion has
crossed itself into Love.
And I’d like if yours did too so that
I don’t have to go back to despising
your existence within my own.

You drove your insults into the depths of a certain,
complex organ in my interior design
and it’s not quite as simple as that.

You pulled my hair to the point of seduction
and glared with the intensity of a ‘thousand burning suns’
after feeling the Thousand Island dressing I
poured down your shirt.

You took your little helicopter into the skies and broke
my heart’s Sound Barrier. The only blood line
in my anatomy that didn’t exist.

And, in the least of words,
you have driven me to passion
and it suits me to write this to show you
that I don’t want to asphyxiate you anymore.