I am one of many who were unlucky enough to fall in love with you. Then, when even the feeling abandoned me, the need for your touch remained. But it was angrier. I didn't just want to kiss you, I wanted to sink my teeth into your deliciously lethal lips. I didn't just want your arms around my shaking body, I wanted your hands around my delicate neck. You're my self-harm story. I wanted your bruises. I wanted you to take the air from my desperate lungs and never give it back. I was so ashamed of how I was so unashamed with you. I despised how you helped me leave my mind behind. And I wanted to do it again and again. Again until we were sweating. Again until we were out of breath. Again until my skin was marked as yours. Again until you were seeing stars. And not even then would I be satisfied with the destruction I allowed. And even though you were never completely mine, What we had felt complete enough.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
