i want you
in these, the
worst of ways
driven
mad,
and mad;
again.
won't you look at me
in this moment of passion ?
i want to see it all
and greedily consume it
to hold it selfishly against me.
the love, and tears, and
pain, and filth, and finality.
the worst of ways.
i want to break you
i want you to beg me,
quivering.
i want to know that most
beautiful of despair
and in that moment
be the sole simulacrum
held in your mind.
the worst of ways.
won't you envelop me gracefully,
and glistening with
such tender
woe?
won't you invite me
to the deepest
parts of self
and rejoice with collapse and release?
the worst of ways.
driven mad,
and mad;
Again.
Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 1:38 AM UTC
i want you
in these, the
worst of ways
driven
mad,
and mad;
again.
won't you look at me
in this moment of passion ?
i want to see it all
and greedily consume it
to hold it selfishly against me.
the love, and tears, and
pain, and filth, and finality.
the worst of ways.
i want to break you
i want you to beg me,
quivering.
i want to know that most
beautiful of despair
and in that moment
be the sole simulacrum
held in your mind.
the worst of ways.
won't you envelop me gracefully,
and glistening with
such tender
woe?
won't you invite me
to the deepest
parts of self
and rejoice with collapse and release?
the worst of ways.
driven mad,
and mad;
Again.
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