I need more words
to devour -
your i love you's cannot
quench this black
hole for long enough

tell me I am
art and you cannot
tear your eyes
away

tell me I am
the red rain
your veins will
wither without

tell me I am
the inferno your sweet
little matchstick heart
was made to love

your lips never spill
poetry, I know
I know

I like you better
this way;
please
will you tell me
you'll stay?