Okay, baby, take it away

I don't say these things to you slightly
so please don't listen but lightly
if you do:
then Bite Me.
Spite me or
make a knight of me.

Why do you think I have shown to you
my nether regions
of the  mind?
Simply so you can belch half-heartedly
over our Heineken beer?
No, honey,
I'm looking  for something more serious here.

I'm looking to peel off masks,
the layers over my face,
all the makeup to be erased!
Perhaps subjecting myself
to Disgrace.

But that's no matter-
every time you ignore me
every time you bore me
with your talk of the importance of formulas
and you RorSchock me
'til I break into fragments
just a pile of incomprehensible symbols;
when you look at me
indicating disdain-
you think I feel pain?

Well, okay, i do.

 ...when you look boredly at me
abolishing me to some love gone prison
I shrink beneath your gaze
I try to remember those big words
but they just sound more absurd....
so we're back to the beginning, baby.

How will it be?
Will you spite me?
Will you delight me?
Will you take flight from me?
Or will you light me
like a firecracker
so I can flashing fly
with all the sky
that you once gave to me?