The Love That I Crave

The love that I crave is a polar bear to gore me. Then, I'd know the force with which she adored me. The love of my dreams is the stuff of my nightmares- When I wake up in screams that's how I know that I really care. I must await the swing of the scorpion's tail, Because my impatient advances always end up so pathetic. Little pinches and pokes don't mean a thing Compared to a true arrival and the shock that it brings. Pick it up, try it, get tired of it, rewind. I'm so tired of being wasted just chasing the same old thing. I want to get hit by a big thing, come take me, change me.