Well Aware This Is Toxic But Its Just A Poem About Passion And Being Sick Of Being Refused Soft Love - Tumblr Posts
If I may not be allowed the gift of being loved softly,
Tear my heart out and write love poems to me in my own blood.
Peel me open and plant promises under my skin.
Hold me fierce enough to leave palm prints on my bones.
Shove the world into my hands until planets are buried under my fingernails and denial is just your name on my lips over and over again.
Leave claw marks on all of my soft parts and refuse to stitch me closed before you leave.
Let me paint you scars in the shape of my longing and destroy universes screaming of you.
Demand I remember you. Refuse to let me forget.
Refuse to leave. Disintegrate into a hurricane on my living room floor when the mere suggestion emerges and shatter all my windows.
Love me until your existence against mine feels like waves crashing into each other trying to fracture molecules. Until every moment feels like drowning but oxygen burns too much.
Love me until our desire on your tongue feels like ripping stitches open from a still-healing wound.
Love me in the dark and to oblivion and back. Love me until we birth stars in our reckless passion.
Until we have no regard for past or forever, just for the sight of the momentary explosion in your iris when I call you mine.
Love me with your teeth bared and my fists in your hair. Love me sharp with no kind edges.
Love me until you have exorcized all the gentle things I prayed to the sky for and I am redeemed.
Love me into the end and to resurrection.
Love me until you cannot bear not to.
Love me until you are on your knees and begging for mercy I do not know how to give because you took forgiveness from me.
Until loving is synonymous with burning alive and I am a masochist.
Until I am ash in the crevices of your hands and you are a symphony blaring in my eardrums and we are undone completely.
Love me until you are the only hurt I will ever have to know.
~ I am sick of begging to be loved tenderly