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and as you held me I was the circle of life in reverse from death to rebirth I was I am I will be the blood & the bones
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There is a game I play with the men I want. And when I set my eyes on them, when they become my target, the game begins. And they know when they meet me I will not be an easy conquest and in this, they are drawn in knowing the prize will be that much…
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they beg for your eyesand make movesto conveythey will happily acceptpartsof youwhereas Iwill only have youwholethey will takethe less you givegladlyand Ihungry for all of youcannot compete with that the blood& the bones
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crushed under the weight of what they made me believe I should be if I could just free myself I could fly oh God how I’d fly the blood & the bones
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.they crave tender touchesbut all i long foris violencerough handsthat do rough thingsteeth that biteand lips that devourhe has an insatiable appetitefor leavingthose pretty little marksi cravei am his, always histo do with as he pleasesyes, there is wantingand there is needingand this is a ravenous needa goddamn hungerto be consumedin pleasurein punishmentin pain the…
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Will you see and love that thing in me That hidden gem That even I cannot discover the blood & the bones
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He lives on In every I love you caught in sound waves wings on the wind laid out in my script he is inked and coiled around every letter weighing them down down down because they are his And I have no choice But to give them to someone else the blood & the bones
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despite all my willmy endeavorsmy angermy hurtmy disdaindespite all of whatI cannot wrap these words aroundto pull it and them back into meto understand and give reason tothis ever present achedespite time and silencedecaying hopethe slow departure of my own graceand shameso much fucking shameI have neverneverstopped believingyou’d find me againsomeday the blood& the bones
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use your forcemy huntermy lovebring me to my kneesmy place to honorto receive an anomalythe only woman in the worldwho begscut my fucking heart outand watchas I will bloomand writheand breathein the violence of you the blood& the bones
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He is lying there. His stomach pressed flat onto the bed. His breathing steady. He is at peace. I’m not sure how long this will last. Or when my hand will need to gently stroke his cheek when the twitching starts. I have learned never touch his back in his sleep. For this could bring…
