*I am a flea gorged on your blood.
A pest you could never get rid of.
I am a constant itch on your body,
one that never goes away.
I am a craving that could
never be satisfied.
I want to be
the salutation in your love letter.
I need to be a problem
you can’t solve.
I desire for you to see me.
With holes in my body and cracks in my interior.
I hope you’ll reach for me
with your fingers spread.
I fancy your lips on my forehead
tonight.*
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 9:39 AM UTC
*I am a flea gorged on your blood.
A pest you could never get rid of.
I am a constant itch on your body,
one that never goes away.
I am a craving that could
never be satisfied.
I want to be
the salutation in your love letter.
I need to be a problem
you can’t solve.
I desire for you to see me.
With holes in my body and cracks in my interior.
I hope you’ll reach for me
with your fingers spread.
I fancy your lips on my forehead
tonight.*
4/2/15 *wrote it while cooking dinner.
