The Blood & The Bones

I wanted it

But I didn’t want it all to be about their kind of love

The soft, pink gooey hearts and gentle touches

I wanted it to be full of fear and darkness and wild

To be a thing of obsession and desire

A possession he would die for if it came to it

And that he would take over and over to calm the beast in him

There was no fulfillment for me in safe or sane

In vanilla tenderness

And so I wanted it, love and all that came with it but only the kind that would make me feel alive

the blood

& the bones