there is no longer a forum for me to put my bad poetry so i am gonna put it here
I'll kiss your face until you hate me,
and punch me in the throat.
Gasping for breath I'll rub,
my sweaty forehead on your lips.
Ours is saturated, fat with meaning,
even careful words, tend to offend.
The language, gone too wordy must be culled.
Our love, (my love) has been long lived, and gone to seed..