Scream before they pick your bones

kill me,

it's-gonna-kill-me.

I want to rip out his heart and eat it, tasting the sinus, savouring the feeling of accomplishment, over coming all that past between us. I wanted more than he could ever give. The hatred he has for me, is now my poison. I want to fuck him up. He doesn't deserve any of this, and either did I. I spent the last night thinking simply of the colour, of my blouse and the bra I wore, not even realising that you would be the one to remove it. The hat you placed upon my head and the heat you cause. I shivered next to you as you ran your knuckles down the my middle. perfect. our open mouths reaching. You're my favourite of the none believers, you were my greatest sin and now this broken boy that wont heal himself i’m finishing with you. I want you to see me and feel your heart missing, the cave empty, your breathing shortens, the blood drains and realise that in fact we have scared each other for life. No red coat or poetic words will undo the ache. But I'm younger than you, my elasticity still remains and already I yearn for another who fills me right up. I smile at my words. I know that he is disappearing from me, my health restoring. No more.