And I'm jealous of her favorite poets
Cause the way she's mesmerized by their minds, their words
How she sinks into their rhythm when they speak
I want her mesmerization all to myself....
Sync to my rhythm
I spend every. waking .moment. thinking about her
Literally
And I crave her touch, her taste
She's intoxicating and I'm 100% willing to become an alcoholic
Love me she says
As if there's enough love and space
Or strength and power
Or time in the universe
To explain to her that I love her
beyond what the laws of physics allow
I'd break my back if she asked it of me
I'd serve myself to her like a delicacy
I'd rip my own ribs apart
Shred my organs to pieces
Slice my arteries like bread
in order to tear my heart out and give it to her as a gift
because she owns it anyway
I'm fucking obsessed
And maybe I should be in a straight jacket or something because the amount I've of times
I've gotten off to the thought of her
In just the past 48 hours
Is fucking ridiculous
And I keep rewinding and rewinding to the day you first said you love me
And skipping the part where I left you
And fast forwarding forwarding to when you fuck me
How I want you too
And I fuck you
How I want to
Pause. I can't lose the moment.
Pause, rewind, record.
Fuck... me.
I'm fascinated by your mind
It's like a endless vault that you've
filled to the brim with knowledge
And yet you somehow remember every detail of my life
I don't. Deserve you
and yet you want me
And I will always crave you.
I love what I've gotten myself into.
