you will be poetry wrapped in skin. they will melt under your faded gaze. the spaces between your lungs will be explored. they will fall in love with the darkness behind your lips. they will live in the familiarity of your movements. i will have stripped you of everything that made you the same. you will be nothing like the person before, for now you are art. you are simply the words penned onto your bones. you are a masterpiece in human form. you made me write, and i made you beautiful. when we are done, you are perfect. you are poetry wrapped in skin when i am done.
when i am finished, you will be one of two things. you will be broken, or you will be beauty. i cannot let you be both.