Longing For Your Contempt

[i]Trying to be unique and catch your eye  
a turn of phrase some poetic genius
to make your mind spin.
 
Though I seem to be below even your contempt
as I would adore even a scathing review from you
silly of me to get jealous over your mockery of others.
 
My poems like this one will probably never be read by you
poems like plastic that leave no taste for your pallet
ashes in your mouth without no flame to burn after.
 
Just the rambling of a longful soul
who desires greatness but is left flat
why do I desire your masochistic approval?
 
I don't know maybe it's the way your words
carve a place in my core
making me crave you like liquor.
 
With a bite and hard to swallow
yet enters my blood stream and all is mellow
I feel high reading you like i'm tasting your soul.
 
Miles away and out of reach
willing you to whip my flesh
clean to the bone with your scathing wit.[i]