Pain;
Sorrow;
Death;
Razorblades and hearts,
As I beg you to be my stitches,
That keeps me from falling apart.

To;
To hunger;
To be, the smoke in which you breathe,
As it clings to you,
Becomes you,
Always apart of you.

And dare I envy,
Every girl that’s touch your lips,
Everything,
Every hug, every kiss.

How I wish,
Wish, to be the knife,
That pierces your skin, your life,
The journey it takes every night.

Wish;
Wanting;
Needing to be,
The blood in your veins,
Your source of life, healing your pain.

Every night,
Every day,
You will need me.

I need you

 
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