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@depthofasoul
adult. any / all. queer. irl yan. call me heart.
knife pressed wrist to shoulder to hammering heart.
gun kissing skull.
tell me i am yours, even now.
even now, i am yours either way.
inside-outside doorway, no door.
just the frame - frameworks of me,
of you, of knowing the difference.
(the difference is there is none.)
both are lethal. both have to pass through.
layers of skin, layers of wood.
i am yours in countless ways.
i’m hungry for you. starving. ravenous, really.
oh okay!!! 'm sorry if it was a bother but i ws curious because i rlly like your posts.. are there any other blogs ur interested in rn?? and also are you open to being pursued.. sorry if that's annoying at all ( ⸝⸝´ ᵕ `⸝⸝)
thank you for the compliment. i really appreciate it.
not interested in any blogs, no. not romantically at least, if that’s what you’re trying to ask. i am open to being pursued.
are your posts targeted ? (˶◜ᵕ◝˶)
not particularly, no. why?
i love you, so i want you dead.
cold body slumped against me, clammy hands holding mine.
it is for the best.
if this is unhealthy, don’t whisper it in my ear. not while i hold the shovel.
not while the dirt is the only thing i know.
crying is inopportune and i will do it all the while.
it is for the best.
first, i will be the last person to see you like this.
last, you will be the only one i kill.
it is for the best.
that’s the truth, i will whisper it into the dirt.
the only other truth is my love for you.
me & mine.
i want to be put under anguish. i want to be put down and reduced into the ugliest parts of me at the hands of somebody i woefully adore and happily hate. there's no better love than one that debases you and sweeps your feet out from under you. there's no better hate than the person you love the most committing atrocities against and towards you and you doing the same. the only way to truly be loved by someone is to rip open your chest and show them the tar and grotesque of yourself and for them to show theirs in return. love is hate— hate is love, and this has been my desire for a long, long time.
i miss you .
i cannot say i miss you too without knowing exactly who it is, (even if i have a hunch), but i’m sure if you messaged me, i’d respond.
(but if it is who i think it is: i miss you too.)
my love, my lamb.
i, your judas goat, shall bring you to salvation.
you will look upon me with trust,
and i with pity.
you should have bit the hoof that led,
but you know better than to bite me.
you should feel special that i want all your time, it’s a privilege, don’t you think?
in the bed, skin mottled. god made something human in the way your heart beats. but there is god in you too. you know it when your heart slows to a steady hum, then to nothing at all. i know it when i feel your body lying next to me. even in death, you are something to be worshipped.
i'd let you drag me to hell if it meant you'd hold my hand.
i consider my devotion an impure thing. a gross need to consume. but there is underlying softness in the way i think of you.
and i remember thinking love must be something close to contamination the fragile inverted mirror of sacrament a sickness breeding in the corners of my mind
even when we’re apart, you’re still a part of me. blood in my veins, disease i never wish to cure. no bloodletting could ever rid me of you. tied to my existence, nailed to the cross. crucify me, my love, spear me down. only love would flow.
I want to know about the shadows that curl around your heart. the tales that make you smile and cringe all at once, the wonders that make your pulse race.
tell me every sordid fantasy, every repulsive delight, every strange idea. Tell me everything. If I cannot be a part of you cosmically, then this is the closest I can get.
i will always want you. you’re woven into me so thoroughly that i can’t see anyone else but you.