my love, how long have you made me taste the bittersweet darkness that i can no longer fathom the light?
my heart pumps red wine and you're getting intoxicated and drunk off my love with that white dust sprinkled on your nose
"all of the gods have to taste the galaxy too, my sweet persephone. have a taste."
i ask myself how many times i've whispered and moaned your name in the past hour, and how many times i've begged you not to leave me empty and hollow again.
give me something to hold on to stuff me with the bittersweet tragedies of your sins and leave me to fend for myself while i deal with your broken baggage
you're painting constellations between my ******* with acrylic paints as if it's your canvas and something to please your ****** fantasies.
shoving cherries into your mouth so you can taste me without touching my anatomy with your devilish hands
you're overdosing on the galaxy and night terrors from the girls you've ripped the soul out of