In your eyes, he sees things he cannot touch
He lets them descend down from ecstasy
So that he is closer to try to clutch
A slave to the weight of his memories
Abandoning the heavens damnation
Giving up his whole garrison for you
His much larger world of constellations
With you, he has not been more destitute
But it is with you that he wants to stay
As blood rushed to paint your countenance
All he wants to do is blow you... away
Nothing but you has occupied his thoughts since
His grace marauded, but before he flew,
Bleeding on your knees, begging, "I need you"
YOU ARE READING
Begging in Blood
PoetryA simple sonnet that I chose to share. I actually wrote this a while ago for an English class. Needless to say, no one understood it was about Destiel!
