Tell Me

love me

when you’re lonely, when we’re both too tired to speak, when you

don’t believe

in anything, listen, there isn’t anything, it doesn’t matter; lie down

with me and close your eyes, the road curves here, I’m cranking up

the radio

and we’re going, we won’t turn back as long as you love me,

as long as you keep on doing it exactly like that.

Soon, if nothing happens to you, if your luck holds, really holds, you’ll end up completely alone.

and wait

for you, yes you, to come over here

and get down on your knees and tell me

just how fucking good I look

You’re lucky. It’s always them and not you.

I want to be a failed seed, the kind

that doesn’t grow, that doesn’t know it’s meant to.

love me like a freezing shot of vodka

Love me with a blindfold over your eyes and the sound of rusty

water

blurting from the faucet in the kitchen, leaking down through

the floorboards to hot cement.

Love me like a wrong turn on a bad road late at night, with no

moon and no town anywhere

and a large hungry animal moving heavily through the brush in

the ditch.

Now that you’re finally happy

you notice how sad your friends are.

I want it to confirm

your worst fears about me,

to show you how little I care about you

or anything except what

I want.