Love.
A dagger to my heart.
Words cannot describe how much I love you.
I would steal for you.
I would **** for you.
You said you loved me.
But you were always with her.
As you lay on the ground heart beating.
I finally felt how much you loved me even to the last beat.
Dagger in my hand.
Cherry blossom tree above us.
Covered in blood.
I lay down.
Blood dripping.
Slowly admiring the beauty of the tree.
Closing my eyes as my blood for my wrists makes a puddle into the water next to us.
You said you loved me and I never thought it was true.
I took your love with me as we finally rested.
I love you too.

the need to feel hands on me
on my mind, not my body
(never my body)
the longing to become one
to beat as one heart,
to exhale as you do,
to inhale as you do,
would you stop breathing,
just to hurt me?
would you open my ribcage,
crawl inside,
just to feel safe?
would you delight from my pain?
feel it echo in you and shiver.
or would you shield me from it?
I know I wouldn't mind
everything you put me through
good or bad
if it meant I could have someone else
living with me inside my head