Write on me.
Scrawl a curly-lettered note.
Let it hate me, let it love me, but I want to feel it.
I want it all along my collarbones, and choking around my neck.
I want it twisting down my arms and pulling softly at my spine.
I want it caving in my stomach, I want it eating at my heart,
I want it sinking in beneath my skin,
I want it to reach the inside.
I want words of yours carved in my ribs,
So that when I gasp another breath,
They scrape along the underside of my flesh.
I want them to find my pulse, to grip it like a vice.
I want your sentiments racing through my blood like venom and cure,
I want your words wrapped around my lungs like gauze,
Curling through my mind like smoke.
I am so fragile.
I want you to write on me.
Tell me how you'll touch me again, break me again.
Make me stop.
Say how you'll hate me again, love me again...make it stop!
Write me eternal, fleeting,
Stop time.
Stop this.
Stop me.
Stop, oh, stop...
Please, write on me.