if i could,
i would suffocate myself with your words.
i would drown myself with your breath.
i would choke myself with your tongue.
i would burn myself with your touch.
the festering hunger,
of merciless you.
i would have it all.
your skin,
your tongue,
your breath,
your words.
mine, mine, mine.
till death do us part,
as some might say.
this is what you wanted,
unconditional,
all encompassing,
heart wrenching,
murderous,
the purest form of love.
so i will give it to you,
even if it kills us both.
and you will fight me.
but it's okay.
i fought you,
and yet here we stand.
so please,
suffocate me some more,
drown me some more,
choke me some more,
burn me some more.
this is what love should be.
that's what's you said,
right?
YOU ARE READING
red-stained fingertips
Poetryprose and poetry and blood and romance. a fucking stupid combination. ‧̍̊˙· 𓆝.° ｡˚𓆛˚｡ °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊ TW: some poems mention suicide, self-harm, homophobia, and eating disorders started in september of 2021 #4 in poetry 8 . 8 . 23
