Please, just love me.
I could be worshipped by every heartbeat in the world,
flooded with endless devotion, drowning in a thousand embraces,
and it would mean nothing.
Nothing but shadows on my skin,
warmth I cannot claim.
My soul recognises only yours.
It twists, it burns, it begs
to be intertwined with the shape of you,
the comfort of your voice,
the weight of your presence.
Every pulse in me is a map to you,
every sigh a confession you alone can read.
I am raw. I am open.
I am undone by your absence.
Love me. Please.
Or leave me here, a living ruin,
consumed by every love that is not yours…
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 12:00 AM UTC
Please, just love me.
I could be worshipped by every heartbeat in the world,
flooded with endless devotion, drowning in a thousand embraces,
and it would mean nothing.
Nothing but shadows on my skin,
warmth I cannot claim.
My soul recognises only yours.
It twists, it burns, it begs
to be intertwined with the shape of you,
the comfort of your voice,
the weight of your presence.
Every pulse in me is a map to you,
every sigh a confession you alone can read.
I am raw. I am open.
I am undone by your absence.
Love me. Please.
Or leave me here, a living ruin,
consumed by every love that is not yours…
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