i’ve been too quiet

it’s making you mad and i know it and i’m too much of a bitch right now do anything about it. sometimes i’m evil — and i treat you like prey. i watch you from across the room and you bump into everything on your way over to the bed. you say something about how nervous you get when i look at you that way — something about how i am too silent, too focus on you and how you never know what i am thinking. and i say nothing. but i push myself on to your lap and cross my legs across your back. and then we kiss. you know those kisses that leave you bruised? the ones where you forget to breath and your nails are burying into second layers of flesh and you can’t remember a fucking thing about the seconds before the one that just passed? we kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss like i want to eat you alive and i say nothing.