I want to shower with you.
Not in any form of lust, but in a way we can be intimate,
One day, the warm water will shower down upon us,
While my fingers trail down your spine, feeling your warmth and flesh against my finger tips.
My heart would beat like there’s no tomorrow, but my face would rather stay calm, because for you
It feels comfortable,
To feel your shoulder blades, each delicate inch of you, washing off the day and filling it with love forever.
The warmth it brings me, to know I’m not alone in the rain,
To pull you a little bit closer under the sprinkling droughts, letting it run over us as the world disappears,
I want to trace, slow, yet gentle patterns along your waist, to your hips, and feel you relax into me, to press close, sharing heat and energy,
And comfort in every touch.
To linger with you, where every moment is unhurried,
every touch means something, even the smallest,
And being close with you is all that matters.
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 9:58 PM UTC
I want you
I couldn’t possibly know how savage my love is,
You say it’s obsession, I say it’s love. It’s the only thing I know to show—
Devotion.
For you, or for others,
Willingly to go for this,
For anyone,
But mostly for you,
I want to tear you up, to watch your flesh be broken away
To watch you crumble and submit beneath my hands,
While I beg for your love, while I beg for you to degrade me.
Call me names, call me something so I can stop!
so I know my worth to you,
I cannot help but want to hold your lungs in my hands, to feel that warmth of this beautiful liquid, to crawl into your skin,
It makes me want to eat you. Every flesh, every, in ventricle, what makes you.,
I want to eat you. Open up your chest, find every vital, tasty copper fluid, this feeling,
It’s so good, I want to keep going,
I want too, like I am yours. And you are mine, because you are,
Every inch, every flesh, every single finger Baks to my toes,
I want you to know how much I love you,
I am your human sacrifice.
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 8:20 PM UTC
My vulnerability turns into sadness, then sadness turns into resentment and anger, I can’t help but want to tear out my heart, I can’t help it.
The feeling of suddenly getting weak with someone is so overwhelming and disgusting, it’s such a state to even be in, yet I find myself leaning somewhere,
Somewhere, where someone can hold me, tell me I’ll be fine,
Tell me I’ll be okay, and then be gentle,
But even that thought fills me with disgust, and disgust with shame,
When you cry you’re not weak!
Is what someone would say if they were naive, crying shows so much weakness, it shows that you can break down easily,
What a shame how a human response is just a way to be used against them, and that’s why I hate vulnerability,
I hate how I crave someone to notice im not okay, I hate how I crave someone to tell me I’ll be okay.
It’s never okay, it’s never going to get better, letting vulnerability is like a constant disgust,
I was never like this, I never hated being weak around others,
But ever since then,
Stop complaining about it if you’re not going to do anything about it.
Was I complaining? Was I? I was? No I wasn’t,
I hate you for that, you made me break down, made me trust you that I can be weak around you,
Till you told me to stop talking about it.
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 8:12 PM UTC