i crave you. from the tip of your skull to the curve of your ankles. i crave you. i want to crawl inside your soul &. listen to your soft heartbeat &. the blood running through your veins.
in another universe, i never ran from you. i stopped the bitterness from entering my bones, and i learned not to bite as much. in another universe i don't have to miss you.
mama, look, i can be good⎯⎯⎯i can be anything you want. take me apart &. put me back together. i'll be good, i promise. mama, love me. why won't you love me.
i'm sorry that i cannot love you without eating you alive: my teeth buried deep into the soft skin of your neck, my fingers digging their way in the meat of your chest.
the bleeding heart, on the other hand is fundamentally incapable of being anything other than themself. they love the way an open wound does. it's hemorrhagic &. contagious / faithful to a fault.
the self—made cynic; created with bared teeth &. bloodied knuckles. clawed their way out of hell &. didn't come out quite human. everything about them is a carefully constructed persona.
destroy yourselves, you who are desperate, and you who are tortured in body &. soul, abandon all hope. there is no more solace for you in this world. the world lives off your rotting flesh.