Not nice

I don't want to talk to you
and try to make you smile,
I only want to steal your bones
and bury them in my backyard.

I don't want to feign interest
or pretend that we're alike,
I want to turn you into a wax statue instead
and put a lampshade on your head.

I don't want your superficial friendship
or your mask of 'always nice'.
I want to extract the sky from your eyes,
put it in a small jar, tie it around my neck,
or make tiaras out of your fingers
and paint my eyelashes with your blood.

I want the parts of you that no one else would want
Even though you no longer want anything of mine.