Stare an evil stare when you look at me. Despise with your eyes.
Make me mad. Make me want to hurt you. Make me want to heal you.
Make me want to constantly be going back and forth in my head between love and anger, purity and darkness, lust and hate.
You will be happy for it in the end.
When I grab you by the neck and bleed my heart into your soul as I give you a bad-tempered angry fuck in all your pretty little holes until you curl up in a ball and thank me for stopping but thank me for doing it so well at the same time.
You’re welcome, Kitten. You are welcome.