You stare into my eyes and I stare into yours. Mentally, I make a list of the things I lvoe about you.
Your eyes.
Your hair.
You everything.
I find it hard to keep that list short.
"I love your eyes," I say to you.
"What?" Oh. You don't know I love you. I forgot. I love your eyes more than I love anything else about you. I love how they are two different colors. Blue and green.
"Nothing," I begin to walk away. You stop me by grabbing my wrist.
"Tell me," you order. I turn, place my hands on your face and kiss you. I press against you and feel how much you want me. I break away but your arms are still around me. I reach behind my back and disentangle myself.
"Why?" you ask.
"Why what?"
"Why now? Why do you tell me now?"
"You asked." You tell me you love me too.
"Show me more," you say.
"Okay," I nod. I lead you to the couch and we make love.
"You told me you loved me!" I scream. "You told me you cared!?" You say that you lied. You stand there with your girlfriend and say that you never loved me, you never cared.
"I hope every night you look at what I gave you, and every night you die." I shout.
"You never gave me anything," you laugh. I stare into your beautiful eyes and whisper; "I gave you me." You wonder how you can look at me every night. I leave and an hour later I walk into your house.
"Why are you all wet?" you ask as I place myself next to the wall.
"It's gasoline," I reply.
"Why?"
"That's what you asked me last time." And I lit the match. You and your girlfriend sream and shriek as my flesh scorches and welds itself to your wall.
"Now every night you can look at what I gave you. Now every night you can die," I shout as I burn.
"I can get you off," you threaten.
"Never."
And I fade into the blackness of color. |