missed you

The act of visceral yearning met with nothing but the emptiness of never reaching out

[mist-you]

sometimes being wanted and being loved are two completely separate topics. you don’t love me, you love to want me

[mist-you]

being whispered sweet things while your leg is being broken just so you can’t run away <3

[mist-you]

getting slapped around is boring. tackle me down and force me to take it. biting at your hands while you swear and bruise me, just to make it hurt even more so. taste me until blood seeps into your mouth and i’m crying and begging to stop. i don’t want to, don’t you dare stop

[mouthbrood]

sex is when u find increasingly obscure ways to injure each other

[mist-you]

“to loved is to be known” until it’s how the ugliness of my insides drench your hands with everything vile about me

[valtsv]

to be perfectly honest in my opinion cannibalism as a metaphor for intimacy was never about the consumption itself so much as how you performed the act. the intimacy of it to me was ripping into someone's flesh with your teeth and fingernails and getting their blood on your face. learning the shape of their body inside and out through tearing, severing, chewing and swallowing.

[mist-you]

The act of taking, bloodied and hollow but so giving. The scrape of metal on bone, twisting and turning as the blood pools slowly. The ache of it all, as flesh pulls from bone, unrooted in its desire. Allow the tooth be free, a possession for only me. Let your tongue brush the hole, missing only for me. Treasuring it forever.

[mist-you]

Tis the essence of something more, the uncomfortable itch that only worsens once scratched. Raw, all consuming need that begs for more. Aching behind teeth, sinking beneath greedy maws. Needy little thing it is. How undeserving it is, the act of love.