#dariasynn

I made my suffering feel softer, more bearable, as if giving it meaning could take away the sting.

But some nights, no amount of pretty words can disguise the darkness.

But my love never learned patience. It crashes like waves, fierce and unyielding, and I drown every time I touch you.

And that fucking kills me.

i was made to be broken with ceremony, to be loved like destruction masquerading as devotion.

there is a hunger in me that does not sleep. a fever stitched into marrow. a mouth that cannot name what it craves but opens anyway.

give me the man who calls me his undoing with reverence in his voice. the one who holds my name like a blade between his teeth and drags it across his tongue until it tastes like blood and prayer.

let me be the reason he forgets how to be good. let me be the fire he walks into willingly, knowing full well he will burn.

i will never be full. not with love. not with lust. not even with ruin.

you could give me everything, your trust, your cruelty, and i would still beg for the part that hurts the most.

because i do not want to be saved. i want to be consumed. i want the kind of ache that teaches me i am still alive.

because i am insatiable. and you are the only sin i would die to taste again.

as you whisper you’re sorry again

I arch into the pain

tears mixing with the sweat of your chest

I love you most

when you hate me enough

to hurt me

It gathers your heartbreak, your quiet anguish, and molds it into art, into something almost beautiful.

But pain is selfish, it never asks if you want to be its muse.