they say that one who truly hates themself cannot love another, but my love for you is my life itself. i am yours in heart, awake and aslumber, in body, mind and soul. i live to love you, there is nothing left for me besides that.
combinations of guilt & grief sewn so deeply into my flesh that i wouldn't know where to begin if trying to untangle my limbs from the binds of these agonies.
to call you the love of my life does not do justice to how much i love you. my existence doesn’t make sense without you by my side. for the rest of our lives, in the next, in every alternate reality, i'll be yours if you’ll have me.
you follow orders too well for someone that loathes to be called dog, can't be anything besides a hound with how you bark and bite where pointed, tied down by leash of your loyalty.
i hope you never learn how to peel your oranges. i hope we can always be this; basking beneath summer's sweltering rays, complaining of the humidity, sharing grins and fruit and the warm spring of youth.
i clasp onto my agonies and aches like a desperate lifeline. i have always been known to lean into the hand that beats, to give myself rope burn from holding the past too—tight. i need my hurt to fill this void in my chest.