That glossy coat that lines everything I touch
The nullifier of my countless anxieties
That seem to stretch a thick, slushy trail
How I feed upon your livelihood
The overwhelming realization that I can tell you anything
The beckoning pool that turns sorrows into necessary pieces of molecular composition
That reaches out and assuages my guilt, doubts and thoughts of betrayal
Tell me what you'd do for me.
Never stop telling me you are mine.
Remind me time and again that it's all real.
For God strike me should you become habit
Break my bones and strip my flesh
Adorn me with scars of your love
Tear craters into my face, inject them with moonstone
So that I may know how deeply your essence clings to my marrow
And if one day you choose to leave me
Just know you can't take it all with you
That despite destiny's call and fate's embrace
I'll hold onto these wounds of you long after your body fades
For I've already broken into the vault of you
And locked the door behind me.
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