My darling, I wish for you to bruise me like you love me. Show me how much you crave me by bashing in my skull.
I'll do the same for you, I'll die in your arms and whisper how euphoric it felt to bleed in your hold.
I'll look at the sky and remember the color of your knuckles with every punch.
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Sickening Poetry
PoetryJust a poem book, mostly small, short poems. Maybe a big poem here and there but This is just for fun. Nothing serious.
