X (criss, cross)

sick to puking of kiss chase 

of schizophrenic pussy 

and defective, bed-hopping, 

midnight drip-and-then-drop, guessing games. 

suggestive wet sounds in the dark, 

making my paranoid heart race my face moist. 

i do not like wet dreams. 

and i dont like to keep my mouth shut. 

neither do i like to hold my dick between my legs. 

i will go crazy if i have to... 

ach, egal. 

 the torture of spectating your X, Tine 

like i´m in an ugly round of kiss and tell

 - plagued by its playground injustices. 

and all's fair in love and war, 

but this game has lost all its fun. 

and now it hurts to look into the void 

into your terrible, beautiful, awful eyes. 

this is not my kind of masochism.