Baby, your fascist tendancies turn me on.

Smack me around, I'll catch you staring quietly and I'll know that there's so much behind that anger of yours. It's hot how you're so gracefully fucked up. And complicated. You've turned it into something civilized yet still offensive. I like trying to find out what your deal is. Because you're a puzzle and a challenge and I bet you'd be a great participant in spontaneous acts of [insert your own word here]. But if I didn't think there was more to you than being an asshole, I wouldn't bother. But I do. Because you are a sweet beautiful tangled mess that I want to untie. Unravel. Come undone.

Sometimes I look at old pictures of you and wish that you had kept your hair the way it was.

--Lauren

[what was ... what will be]