I want the parts of you you only show to the corner of your bathroom mirror
I want the parts of your hand-grenade heart that beats slowly with anger and fear
I want the parts of you you only show to the birds outside your bedroom windowI want the teeth that you lost as a child that you hide in a box under your pillow
I want your quiet, your screaming and thrashing
The salt on your lips and the hands that God gave youI want your violence, your silent sedation
Your moon eyes, your telescope
I want to be your morbid fixationI want your pyro, your born-again virgin
Your hands on my insides, your fingertips crawling
And I want your Jesus, your suicide mission
Your lips on the microphone, giving soft dispositionsI want your parties, the shark in your water
The scrapes on your knees and the blood that spills over
And I want your zeroes, your polluted marrow
The sweat on your palms and your shadow stalkingI want your secrets, your clementine fields
The ropes that you climb up, the parts that won't heal
I want your safe word, your passive resistance
The sickness you foster, your favorite addictions
And I want your nightmares, the ghost in your doorway
Your paralyzed sleep andI want you, butterfly, I want you, sailor
I am your lover and I am your jailor
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Poems by ME
PoetryA bunch of Poems that I wrote. I hope you like them NOTE-goes through a lot of edits EXTRA NOTE-I probably have made a spelling/grammatical mistake so please don't be afraid to tell me