#desperatedog
my name is august
auggie is a cute nickname
but august will always stick to my fingers and clothes
(it’s sexier to whisper when he’s ********** me)
i am kind and gentle
is it possible to be too gentle?
yes it is because why else do they leave?
why else did he leave?
(i am a pomegranate they think too much to work and unpeel. they cannot handle the juice stains that come with the fruit, that’s why they buy the already prepared ones from the store.)
im too gentle
where i find security and give love in holding his hand,
he feels cold handcuffs rusting around his wrist
when i’m done holding him there are claw marks
and blood dripping down from harshly teared skin
are my fingers razors, sharp like the blades i hold to my own wrist?
i am kind,
i am too kind that i choke the others around me
honey dripped words i force down their throat, too layered and thick for them to handle while i smile at them stupidly not knowing i am the criminal
i try to be soft, i try to be kind, i try to be gentle but i think the causing problem is that they forget i like to be called auggie
although my name is not august. it never was.
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 3:02 PM UTC
love is “an intense feeling of deep affection” they say
what a meager definition for such a consuming feeling
to me, to love is to be a cannibal for one’s heart
to love is to consume—
to search and to learn and to listen to their souls
to be dead and be raised from the grave just by their voice
my love takes up all their hearts space
even when i wasn’t even invited
and yet i still ache with more to give
to love is to listen so deeply
that my ears bleed
to love is to drink their words
eat their maggots
i love head to toe
bones and all—
until you evaporate
because my love was too strong
but in my head you’re still here
because I still never gave you all my love after all.
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 7:38 PM UTC