Justine C

Lately I’ve been infatuated with the idea of wanting to offend someone. I don’t know why, but I am. Maybe it’s that same drug-like effect you feel when you’re curious over someone you just met is what’s causing me to stir. You become tantalized by only knowing the Dr. Jekyll side to them, and how strangers only smile until you unexcusedly bump... more »

Lately I’ve been infatuated with the idea of wanting to offend someone. I don’t know why, but I am. Maybe it’s that same drug-like effect you feel when you’re curious over someone you just met is what’s causing me to stir. You become tantalized by only knowing the Dr. Jekyll side to them, and how strangers only smile until you unexcusedly bump shoulders into their world. And that collision of skin leads me to think, that maybe by me trying to purposely offend someone is me slipping them the vile concoction to bring out Mr. Hyde, see that monstrous side to them only lovers or victims get to see. That tender side where all their true, raw emotions get pumped to the surface in their blood cells, and if you come close enough you’ll leave an impressionable bruise. So, maybe, just maybe, if I push you into an out of mind frenzy, fill your eyes with a red rage, you’ll see it for a sutured romance of possibility, hanging itself from a tree branch where reoccurring nightmares of second glances fall to the ground. It could be something of true taste. And maybe if I know what ticks you off right away, we’ll have a chance of being real friends. I could be the perfect criminal to rob you of courtesy;
I could mistake you into liking me. « less