angel in a graveyard

Sex isn't enough I need to tear your fleshy parts open with a knife and finger your cuts. The warmth of the blood, the whining and pleading from you to stop but knowing you need more while you're losing consciousness. I know what's best for you. Come apart for me.

Showing you how much I miss you by carving your name into my thighs so you're always with me.

Tell me when to eat. Tell me who I can and can’t talk to. Tell me when to go to bed. Tell me when to touch myself. Order me around like a personal doll thing. Own me own me own me.

You take can it slow all you’d like but our future is set in stone. You’re never escaping me. I’m your past, future, and present. You’ll always be My Darling.

Foreplay is painstakingly inching the knife deeper and deeper into your stomach until my fingers are covered in enough of your blood for lube.

Purposefully making you cut yourself the day before a heatwave so you have to choose between letting everyone see that I own your body or suffering in a long sleeve.

If I’m not in your thoughts literally every second of the day do you even really love me?