francis bugenhagen - dying in plain jane.

she never gets it.
i am not a puppet
you can't buy my emotions
after i say thanks for the fucking gift the moment is over
time for something new.
something exciting like a high speed crash covered in sex and blood
shit on your apple pie and your hallmark head.
raise an eyebrow
burn something down
break a window
break the law
break out of your doubtcage
don't be so afraid because i didn't come here for that
i came for you.
And as i face your smile with apathy remember
that i am not a puppet.

francis bugenhagen

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dying-in-plain-jane/