Written by PinkPunk
You may paint me with blood
Just a simple, single, beautiful bond
Pure love
Shattered mirror
Something sharp
Your teeth touching mine
It can only hurt so much
Your fingers tracing planets on my arms
You're so honest with me
Even when you lie
I stay up
Staring at the clock
I may leave my door unlocked
I will be killed either way
So I'd rather it be you doing it
You are roses and a pipe dream
Burnt nation, you are what it feels
Like to be cancelled on again and again
And yet somehow I have the nerve
To ask you once more
Perhaps this time you will stay
With you I have no name
I am just a being in your existence
I love just being in your existence
To be with you
Is to enjoy a sin
Because baby to you
I am good either way
YOU ARE READING
IF HANNIBAL WROTE POETRY INSTEAD OF EATING PEOPLE
PoetryThese are poems written about Hannigram, as well as Hannibal and Will themselves. These are all written by us!
