I love you not.

What a sick little game I am playing. Dragging your body across the floor. Digging my nails into your flesh. Inching my fists deeper within your skull. Snapping each finger one by one with a crack. What a sick little game I am playing. 

Don’t be fooled by my knowing smile, I’d slit your throat with my digital dagger if I could. 



Why did I dream of you last night? It’s wrong. I can’t love you, you can’t love me, we can’t be together.  I will ask you nicely just this once, stop creeping into to my thoughts as my dreams swallow me whole. 
I can’t love you. You can’t love me.