I love you.
Want me too.
Love me like sugar, drugs, or music.
Binge eat my soul.
Feel our energy in depth.
Lose all of the control.
Before your very last breath.
If you don't crave,
rave,
then there will be no point.
And, you'll die.
It would give me zero benefit.
So dear don't cry, don't throw a fit, or the knife might slip.
Be my hero.
I love you.
Want me.
Love me.
Like you want life.
Before your sweating neck
meets the knife.
YOU ARE READING
Maeve's Poetry
PuisiThis is a bundle of my poems. Yes, those I write too. Feedback is always allowed! These poems may not be pretty, and some may be. These poems are the plump heart to darkness and light. Red, and grim, but still beating, and now in your hand, I give y...
