I wanted to do more
than to blanket your form
in a cloak, to surround
your marble shape.
I've bled dry
a heart, I've resigned
to the leech of love,
while rinsing my hands
in your charity.
If I could go
into that hole,
with you, to be unified
in the safety of what
is forever petrified,
I'll be red, again,
I'll be whole, again.
I'll be what I cannot be
without you,
to accompany me.
Feb 11, 2025
Feb 11, 2025 at 10:01 PM UTC
I wanted to do more
than to blanket your form
in a cloak, to surround
your marble shape.
I've bled dry
a heart, I've resigned
to the leech of love,
while rinsing my hands
in your charity.
If I could go
into that hole,
with you, to be unified
in the safety of what
is forever petrified,
I'll be red, again,
I'll be whole, again.
I'll be what I cannot be
without you,
to accompany me.
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