i'm willing to be whatever you want me to be, whether it's friends, lovers, or both. i just know that i want to be in your life, exist in your orbit, as long as you'll have me.
i want to kiss you. not on your mouth, but on your most secret scars, your ashy black and journeyed knees, your ring finger, the trigger finger, those hands the world fears so much.
and even as i'm kissing him and kissing him and kissing him, i wish i were kissing him, wanting more, more, more, more, like i can't get enough, never will be able to get enough.
don’t you understand? we have seen both the worst and best parts of each other. our souls are intertwined. you are a decaying corpse and i’m the maggots digging into your skin, feeding off your rotting flesh.