I wanna press you hard unto myself,
My love
I want to hear your rib-cage crack
I want the smell of sweet, iron blood
To mix with your scent,
With my scent,
My love
I need to know you fear my teeth on your neck
My love
I want to feel you weak and trembling in my arms
I know you hate me deeply,
Oh, my lovely love
I know that death is only the beginning
YOU ARE READING
Poem/s
Thơ capoems, maybe. *** yes, i can't sleep still. yes, i miss her still. yes, i think my heartbreak will end me soon.
