Not These...

 

How I yearn for those days

What days?

Any days

Not these days

Living half a life, half-alive

My existence subsistent on you

Dependant like some damned fool

Offering myself up to you for devouring

 

How I yearn for those tears

What tears?

Any tears

Not these tears

Salty, burning into wounds

Slashed deep across my breasts

To expose heart on which you feast

Uncaring, unknowing of how great the hurt

 

How I yearn for those thoughts

What thoughts?

Any thoughts

Not these thoughts

Dangerous, deathly intense

Moving around in the dark mist

Begging for your love so I can exist

Willingly, knowingly of how great the cost

Author's Note

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