Beast.

we can talk with
hands alone
nothing else
because we don’t
need to
there’s one look on your
face but your fingers
tell me something different
all laced up in mine where
they fucking belong
and i am not an animal like
them or you
are you one too?
i am not
can’t do it
but my fingers still
want you more than
you can understand
your face is so fucking
red and i like it that
way; even though it
puts bad bad bad
ideas in my head
and thoughts
of you
and you
and you
and me
and you
and i wish i could be
brave or
normal
or good enough for you
but i’m not and
there’s nothing that is
worth listening to coming
out of my mouth because
eventually i’ll let
something slip and scare
you away and
that will be bad but in
the meantime i can still try
to make you feel like a
real human being
instead of a freak like me
with my fingers
intertwined with yours
and i am not a beast
would you like me more if
i was?