#bymorph

Does fate ever laugh? That the only time my heart knows love is when it isn't mine. Does fate ever laugh? That the only time my heart knows love is when hers is the name that beats in yours. Does fate ever laugh? That the only time my heart knows love is when the moon knows of only the color of her eyes, of the details of her laughter, and of her hair in sunlight. Does fate then laugh? That your torment is not ended by my touch. That your hunger is not sated by my lips. That your prayers are answered only if she smiled. Does fate laugh, do you think? That the only time my heart knows love is when it isn't mine.

I’d let you. I’d beg even. Pry my ribs open with your bare hands. Let the red pool like wine, and drink. Depraved. Starved. Desiccated. I’d let you. I’d beg. I’d watch my heart beat against the palm of your hands, and weep because you’ve held it. I’d let you. Drive your knife in and twist. And I’d let you.

I would do it bloodied; With a fractured skull, And broken ribs. I would do it trembling; Winded and bruised, With burnt skin, and Busted lips. I would do it struck by lighting. If it is you. I would do it in death. If it’s you. If it’s you. I would. I would.

There is rust on your body, but dusk air dances with you still. Do you mind the weight on your shoulder when it is not blown kiss? Do you feel loved in the morning when the only thing that touches you is gentle heat? You don't creak. But do you hurt, too, when the sun sleeps? And darling, have you ever seen the stars weep? I have. I have.

Ruined me, I tell you. RUINED! DESTROYED! CARNAGED! I am torn-up flesh, and spilt blood. I am death personified, Unromanticized. You have clawed me open Unapologetically. And I crawled back Bloodied. Take me in. Feed me. Love me. Then discard me Once again.

You would know, I think. There, tucked in the center. Ceaseless, silent; A living thing, reaching. You'd know, I think. If by look. Or by breath. By a wound. I'd let you pour salt on my open flesh if it meant you'd rub your hands across my body. You'd know, I think. An ache. A longing.