nothing short of real
better than a gun to your head, i'd rather watch you watching me have sex with someone you care about. i want to see your heart being ripped from chest and shattered on the floor through your eyes. have you go pale and lose your breath because a pulse matters so much less when you play witness to the one you love spreading their legs for something so much better than you. i think id prefer not to remember all those days i wasted on thoughts consumed with love and lust and god himself telling me you were it. instead i want to pull you down, and let you drown in all the chaos you, yourself, have made. good luck.