Alien gush

its fucking torture how you

place such romantic bullshit on my head like a lantern, I'm not a moth

I'm a plant you selfish prick, you prick at me with your fascinating trails of inane speech that pick at my brain like

A gush —-I am like mush at your

Your tendrils of tender—-ugh!

Don't kiss anyone else you're mine

You water me like you know what my seed looked like planted, so naughty you like being called slutty

As I mentioned, you spit bullshit as I smush your annoying lips, dips, dips you into a corner

Of course you got me trapped as Your hedonism drips

Onto my hips

isn't it fucking torture

How you gush without touch

I call this a lot of things

You call it what it is An alien gush

a big fat old stupid ass crush

It's more unbearable than you and your lofty dreams

Of perfect human domesticity

But

Butt

(Hah, you added a T)

I know we are meant to be

This fucking torture feels like destiny