the shape of desire is:
two hands around a neck
teeth sinking into a heart
a bedroom sacrifice
an artificial paradise
i hate you
i hate you
i hate you
i hate you
it wasn't a lie
not quite
it wasn't a truth either
they should've known
the shape of love is
the same as desire
(with a little more affection)
and if they listened to the old songs
they'd know
even mulberries are made of blood
jess, i'm sorry
i'm sorry
i'm sorry
i'm sorry
they hid under the soft white sheets
so no-one could witness their crime
(forbidden ache)
they both were influenced by liquor
so they could have an alibi
they could deny it in the morning
and they had no names for the night
he was starving for something
he couldn't quite name
a place to worship
and a reason to,
he had survived a war
without any god
somehow
he finds himself praying now
oh, good god
have mercy
and she, the devil
no red suit at sight
only her dark skin full of freckles
and half-healed scars
she wanted to be delightfully ruined
and taste heaven for a while
because her putrid soul was burning
and she felt the need to burn
the rest of her as well
(call her icarus tonight)
he wanted to
kill kiss
her
out of spite
he knew
this was the closer he'd get
to hurt her
radix malorum est cupiditas
he hummed the wise words
if only he could remember
what they meant
but
as long as she screamed
did it truly matter
if it was from pleasure
or pain?
did it even matter?
good God, have mercy
she shouted gospel as a symphony
and he found in her a cursed ecstasy
and oh,
he had never believed in any god
but he might start believing now
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the devil's advocate
Poetry𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 in which jessamine palmer is the only one who can defend a death-eater on...
