What the fuck!

"Love grows in me like a tumor,
parasites bent on devouring its host.
I'm developing my sense of humor,
Till I can laugh at my heart between your teeth,
Till I can laugh at my face beneath your feet.

Skillet on the stove is such a temptation,
Maybe I'll be the lucky one that doesn't get burned.
What the fuck was I thinking?"

Fuck Was I • Jenny Owen Youngs