What is it your heart, your cock, or your ego that wanted me? That’s the problem with takers… You never know what their intentions are. the blood & the bones

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We weren’t supposed to meet or to feel the electricity. It wasn’t supposed to happen. But fate doesn’t give a fuck about roadblocks. I will say that my decision making was blurred by trauma and I was searching and clinging to anything that wasn’t what was going on around me. He wasn’t looking for it

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just know thatI could haveand I would haveif you had let me the blood& the bones

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• primal • piningfor youto give into the needto split me opentasting insidedevouringdipping into my poolsand drinking from meas I feed from your fountainsand the moonwatchesin envy the blood& the bones

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I will you to collapse into meinto my offeringof heart and mind and bodyyour soft place to landwhen the day endslongingto be gentle in this easingand a respite for your restlessnessa postponement of realitya cradle of comfort’s charityan atonement of loveand limbsand release the blood & the bones

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a soft place to land when the day ends I will you to collapse into me into my offering of heart and mind and body let me be gentle in this easing a respite for your restlessness a postponement of reality I am a cradle of comfort’s charity an atonement of words and limbs and

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is it your heart or ego that wants me? the blood & the bones

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he waits until the tub is full to soak in me and I can’t help but to find it delicious the way he wishes to drown.. the blood & the bones

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How many times did I read over and over again the words that were left? I wanted more of them but I couldn’t ask you. I needed you to give them to me of your own accord. I can’t chase anymore. You won’t though. You’ll just keep writing away on something else.. Even though you

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from spring to summer and into autumn i am moving slowly through the different shades of blue green becomes a burning orange inevitably stepping into the dull black of things dying floating helplessly through so many hues yet I remain a ghost in grey who cannot find the colors in all these seasons without you

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