*It will sting; sedative, seductive, relaxing your body down soft.
Bittersweet poison,
burning away what no longer serves you.
I invade.
I melt inside of you, mending ourselves.
What’s you is me, what is me is now you.
A melted identity.
Bittersweet, togetherness.
To know I am always there.
To feel unison, undivided.
To see truth and trust.
You taste me addictively; trickling acid down your tongue.
You hear my whispered sweet nothings, covering the sizzling of my work.
I am passion;
Pouring my heart and soul into everything and everyone.
I am the Scorpion’s sting.
Will you love me?*
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 1:51 AM UTC
*It will sting; sedative, seductive, relaxing your body down soft.
Bittersweet poison,
burning away what no longer serves you.
I invade.
I melt inside of you, mending ourselves.
What’s you is me, what is me is now you.
A melted identity.
Bittersweet, togetherness.
To know I am always there.
To feel unison, undivided.
To see truth and trust.
You taste me addictively; trickling acid down your tongue.
You hear my whispered sweet nothings, covering the sizzling of my work.
I am passion;
Pouring my heart and soul into everything and everyone.
I am the Scorpion’s sting.
Will you love me?*
12.27.19 | This is an older version of myself. I loved so hard that it consumed my identity. Love is always a tricky thing, whether to give more to them or yourself.
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