You couldn't handle fierce

 
 
I saw you once
but you didn't  
recognise me  
 
(just as well)
 
sure you can  
paint your hair  
a fierce kind  
of red,  
 
wear aesthetics  
that can scream  
'bad boy feels'
 
get piercings
until you run out
of spaces to
punch holes into,
 
collect a few
more tattoos  
on your arms
 
but it wasn't  
your flesh sinking  
it's fangs into every  
layer of mine it  
could devour
 
it wasn't your hands
clawing into my chest  
trying to snatch my  
heart out as eyes  
roll into the back  
of my skull,
 
it wasn't your eyes
gazing across tables
or your lips biting down
knowing exactly what  
i'm thinking about
 
and it wasn't  
your voice making
each hair on my  
arms raise up,
 
I mean you
couldn't even  
make me  
scream
fuck.