good news for people who like bad news
you are a million different kinds of bad news. you're the kind of news that jumps headlong off my spoon into my cereal while i'm eating in the morning then slips inside the shower while i'm washing my hair. you spell out imminent danger in big bubble letters on my forehead. that kind of bad news.
you're the kind of news that follows me to work. that tugs at my earrings and pieces of my hair for hours until i want to rip them out myself. you're news that strips naked and crawls under the sheets with me at night, stretches out beside me, heart beating against my back.
you're the kind of news that leaves a bruise behind you; news that hates to pack and go in the morning. you linger in my mind for hours at a time as electricity, creating sparks each time fingertip touches fingertip, each time lip meets breathless lip.