they place soft warm kisses, running up and down your forearm. up and down and up and down and up and down. and they leave their mark when they disappear because you're scared. scarred by the image that you're never gonna be whole without them. scarred because this is the only time you feel something. and you love them. you love it, you love this. you love everything and everyone you're not supposed to be. because you're supposed to be beautiful and you're supposed to be stronger than this. but like how alcohol is a dizzying intoxicating relief for an alcoholic, you are my salvation. I am willing to be your colorful exhibition and you can be my paintbrush. I will laugh quiet empty laughs that merge into sobs for you and I can empty myself for you. and I will break myself, falling and hurtling into an abyss I know no end to. and I will break. and I will shatter. and I will be half, a quarter, nothing of what I used to be. I am yours now. I am not me, I am you. I have sold my soul to be yours and you will intoxicate me. you will lay me down and bring relief. you will dance while I bleed, urging me to go on. I was never your master, because you are mine.
so go ahead. silver glint, sharp-edged and all. trail your kisses up my arms, my legs, my thighs. and leave beautiful red trails in your wake. the kisses I never longed for. but hey, any kind of love is better than none at all?
- Dina x
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